Chapter 17

Amelia POV

She desired to argue actually the whole thing he'd said, however one of these statements demanded to be addressed. “Gabriel, what do you suggest you are a “thing” and I'm a real person?”

His lips thinned, but he did not let go of her hand. “I simply meant… I mean, I'm a creature, Amelia , you get that, right? I wasn't born. I was made. Created through people. Real people. No one absolutely is aware of what I am. They name us Chimera because they do not actually know how we work or the place we came from. You're human. You have been made when two other people reproduced. I was made in a lab. I was cultivated by a machine. It's an existential mind-fuck,” he muttered.

She frowned. In many ways she observed this idea a ways more annoying than something else he'd stated so some distance that night.

“You're human though, too, right? I mean, your human genes ought to have come from somewhere?”

“Sure. Bu