I created him. Put him back together when he was nothing but ripped muscle and snapped bones. I made him stronger. Faster. Lethal. I molded him into a weapon. And for three years, I controlled his every breath. He hates me for it. I hate him, too. When I was weak and desperate and thought I would die, he was the one who came for me. He claimed my freedom to save my life, and I am no longer the one in control. Now,...