Roxy had been working at the garage for almost five years. It was the closest thing she had ever had to a home and Zed had been the closest thing that she had had to a father. He had named her his benefactor in his will. It was a lost that she would have to find a way to deal with. Everything she had was because of him.

As she went through the letters on Zed desk she found one with her name on it from the Anchor list. It appeared after years of being free to do whatever she wanted to. She was about to be responsible for someone. She wasn't happy about it but she knew she had no choice. Anchors couldn't turn down a match. Empaths were too valuable. At least that was what people told her. She climbed on to her motorcycle and made her way to the address and the empath that would take away everything she cherished.