The Risk (Mindf*ck, #1)

by S.T. Abby

I love humanity but I hate humans.

ME: Is it wrong that I’m tempted to ask where you live so I can subtly swing by tonight with the excuse I was in the neighborhood and thought I saw someone too close to your house? LANA: Is it wrong that I hope you’ll break some rules, find my address, and do just that?

Because Lana Myers has been in my head since the day I met her, and it’d be nice if someone noticed I was missing.

“Now go catch a bad guy. Is it safe to tell me the town so I can watch the news for you? I know you said you were sometimes on the news. If it’s against the rules, then don’t tell me, because I’d never ask you—” “I’ll be in New York. I’m sure it’ll be on all the major channels if this pans out. It’s rare to get a break this big, but it could all be wrong. I’m going on a profile that I built myself just a few moments ago. For the record, I’m not supposed to tell anyone.” “Then why did you tell me?” she scolds. “Because I want you to be someone one day.”