Chapter 89. Betrayer

The doctor clutches a flat hand to his chest, aghast. Eyes wide, an expression that translates offense.

“Lying? I never lie when it comes to science, my dear. I’m a biochemist of the highest order with a special interest in your kind. I’ve dedicated my life to it, and it’s all I research. Hybrids are my specialty! I would so love to get your samples under my microscope and see if the stories are true, and show you for yourself the absolute wonder of your genetics. Warring species in one body, yet they seem to have completely bloomed! I mean, look at you… utter perfection.”

My blood runs cold, my eyes raking him and trying to understand what he’s saying, so many questions forming and gathering on my tongue. My head is scrambling with the uncertainty that he might be telling the truth. But that would make my mother… I can’t.

Deacon reappears unexpectedly, interrupting with the beep of the door before he enters, and throws us both a strange look that suggests he doesn