“Aenor!” he cried with passion inside himself and his thoughts turned strongly towards her.
Engel had Nordic blood, she had a cold, calculating mind and was a hard and yet fragile woman. And beautiful, really beautiful. Her deep, intelligent look and her overwhelming energy conquered him from the first day he met her in one of the Centres during his wanderings with Leslie. Later when they had started their research she had joined them. But that study quickly became powerful, all consuming, and had soon completely overwhelmed their bodily attraction. The research was an enveloping passion, the only common love which bound the trio into a unique body, indivisible, inseparable. Aenor sometimes resurfaced alone but she had become as forbidden as the ancient synthetics, the raw chemical mixtures that the Outsiders still used to get high in the old way. She was unattainable, unreachable, thought Igor and sometimes his obsession turned into torture.
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