The Wholeness Project Series by Catherine Miller

He hadn't been born. He was made. Made for obedience, made for violence, made to kill. His captors made it clear since his creation that he was not a man, though he might resemble one in appearance. He was a weapon carefully crafted to perform, to execute each assignment with the skill and efficiency expected of him. There was nothing particularly challenging about his latest mission. Nothing that should have given him pause... moreHe hadn't been born. He was made. Made for obedience, made for violence, made to kill. His captors made it clear since his creation that he was not a man, though he might resemble one in appearance. He was a weapon carefully crafted to perform, to execute each assignment with the skill and efficiency expected of him. There was nothing particularly challenging about his latest mission. Nothing that should have given him pause. Except for a girl in a veil, with eyes that were a bit too silver, a bit too sharp, and a bit too knowing as she stared at him, his hand already ready to administer a lethal dose to an unsuspecting lordling. He was used to the shadows, to being observed without actually being seen. Except by her. less

He was alone. He had sent away his only allies, watched as they disappeared into the recesses of space, leaving him to finish what they had begun. To purge the galaxy of a great evil, that disguised itself behind a guise of help and the promise of fertility. The same Project that had made him into the twisted being he had become. There was work to do, a purpose that was his own for the first time in his existence. He had no one to answer to, no one to dictate the course of his actions... moreHe was alone. He had sent away his only allies, watched as they disappeared into the recesses of space, leaving him to finish what they had begun. To purge the galaxy of a great evil, that disguised itself behind a guise of help and the promise of fertility. The same Project that had made him into the twisted being he had become. There was work to do, a purpose that was his own for the first time in his existence. He had no one to answer to, no one to dictate the course of his actions. Until he met her. He had not intended on taking a companion, especially one that worked for the facility he so despises. But when she looked at him, when she asked for his help… Everyone else would be purged. And she… She would be the conscience he did not seem to possess. less