Todos los capítulos de REBORN WITH A SYSTEM: Why does my target wants me. : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 6

Eric Bennett did not believe in goodbyes. He believed in lectures, which he considered the same thing with better posture. “Rule one,” he said, leaning on the porch rail with a mug of tea going cold in his hand. “If they’re rude to you, you may break one thing. One. Not a set.” “Define set.” “Anything that comes in a pair. Vases, chairs, candlesticks. Don’t look at me like that. I’ve seen your idea of restraint.” Flora dropped her bag onto the back seat of the black coupe and didn’t argue, mostly because he was right. At the bottom of the steps the four of them had arranged themselves around the car like a delegation, each pretending he hadn’t been up since dawn. Liam Thorne stood at the driver’s door with his arms crossed, silent as a wall, which was how Liam said most things. Don Levi sat on the hood in a coat that cost more than the car, scrolling through his phone with great concentration and reading none of it. Asher Costa had brought sunglasses, a thermos and a smile that

The Sinclairs ate at seven sharp, and Eliza had been given the chair nearest the kitchen door. She noticed it the way she noticed exits. Adrian Sinclair sat at the head of the table with his back to a solid wall and a clear view of the room, which was the best seat in the house and entirely wasted on him. Elena sat at his right in fresh pearls. Across from her, a young man with a rumpled collar and the hopeful face of a golden retriever was already reaching for the bread. The girl from the landing had changed into a pale blue dress with a silk scarf knotted high at the throat. “Seating chart, since you’re short on memories,” Rex said from the salt cellar, where he had settled like a cat on a warm engine. “Father, Adrian. Mother, Elena. Brother, Victor. The scarf is Lexi, the adopted daughter. Don’t ask me for feelings. I only do furniture.” Eliza sat. She was the one who got the draft. Somewhere between the soup and the first real silence, she decided she would have to start answ

The tin sat on the third shelf of Eliza’s wardrobe, between a winter scarf and a pair of stunt gloves with the fingertips cut off. BISCUITS, said the lid. Inside were three hundred and twelve in crumpled notes and a label in careful handwriting: STUNT FUND. DO NOT TOUCH. THIS MEANS YOU, VICTOR.“She was saving for a helmet,” Rex said from the pillow. “And knee pads. And, I think, a very small explosion.”“And I’m about to spend it on old things.”“On treasure,” Rex corrected, and sat up straighter, which on a rabbit that size looked like a man clearing his throat. “Quest alert. Find one item whose true value is at least ten times its price. Reward: one hundred points and Appraisal level two. Refuse and you lose fifty points, and I will sulk.”“I don’t have any points to lose.”“I’ll sulk anyway.”The Old Quarter market opened at dawn on Wednesdays, and by nine the lanes were thick with brass, brocade and people lying about both. Eliza went in with a cap pulled low, a canvas bag over