And in my skull — faint, ragged, terrified —
Don’t let him touch you.
“Now, now, none of that.”
Marr’s voice sliced through the air, unbothered, almost cheerful.
He injected something into a tube attached to her tank — the fluid around her pulsed darker for a moment, swallowing the light.
“What… what have you done?” I breathed, my voice shredded raw from screaming.
My throat burned.
My chest shook.
“What have you done to her?”
Marr looked delighted by the question.
“I have created a miracle. My girls, one light and one dark, both absolute,” he said, like a priest unveiling a holy relic. “With you both here — now, finally, we can begin.”
“Begin what, you sick bastard?” I spat, trying to pull free of the restraints.
They carved into my wrists, cold and merciless.
He didn’t even grant me the courtesy of a glance.
He turned his back, humming under his breath as he opened a drawer and sifted through its contents with precise, almost tender fingers.
He selected a syringe.
The needle was long.
Vicious.
“Changing the world,” he said simply.
Chapter 46
Dev
I had never seen him like this before.
It was like Ash had become an animal with only one impulse. Protect Seph. And destroy.
He ripped into the ferals like they were paper.
I had no idea where they came from. It’s like a horde had been dropped out here, purely to attack Darkmoor.
Someone sent them.
And I had a fair idea who.
Behind me, I could hear light soldiers calling for a helicopter to remove our esteemed leader from the institute. Gunfire surged from all around, bloody puddles, once ferals taking over the bare land before the building.
I used it to my advantage.
I flicked a finger, pulling the blood into an unbreakable chain, yanking four ferals from one guard who now resembled a bloody pulp. I threw my hand up to boil the blood in another, forcing the body to explode around us.
