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I don’t want anyone to.
Erik holds very still as Dante pulls a thin blade from his pocket. But he doesn’t cut him. Instead he traces along the bare flesh of Erik’s wrist. I feel my stomach flip over, but as it does, I see what Dante is doing. He’s tracing the lines of Erik’s weave. A moment later, his fingers slip down and a trickle of blood appears at the spot.
I look to Erik’s face, momentarily abandoning my interest in the procedure. This can’t feel good. His teeth are clenched together but he gives me the barest of determined nods. He’s putting on a show for me, no doubt.
I shouldn’t have let him volunteer for me.
When Dante’s done, there’s the lightest hint of a scar traveling up Erik’s wrist, but it’s thin and hard to see. I wouldn’t notice it if I wasn’t looking.
“What did you do to me?” Erik asks, examining his hand. There’s some smeared blood on his wrist, but other than that and the small scar, you’d never guess that he’d been altered. It was so fast, so expert.
The thought makes me sick.
Anyone can be changed in an instant.
“I added some of that plant to your DNA,” Dante tells him.
“What?” both Erik and I say in surprise.
“What effect will that have?” I ask.
“He’ll probably turn green and start producing tomatoes.” Dante’s face splits into a full grin.
“Not funny.”
“You two are very gullible,” Dante says. “All I did was stretch your strand and then fuse it back together. That’s why there’s a scar.”
“Oh,” I say in a small voice, but I can tell Erik appreciated the joke.
“Any side effects?” Erik asks.
Dante hesitates but when he answers there’s no two ways about his answer. “No. There won’t be.”
It’s the calm, even voice my father used with me when I was a kid. If I asked if there were monsters in the closet, there weren’t. If I asked if I would be taken away at testing, I wouldn’t. If I asked him if I would make friends at academy, I would. The same even tone used to tell me what I needed to hear. Sometimes he was right about the monsters, but he’d been gambling on some of the others.
Of course there were monsters everywhere in Arras.
But why lie to Erik? What side effects can come from alteration?
“I’m starving,” Erik says. “Being a lab rat takes it out of you. Anyone else interested in food?”
“I’ll join you in a minute,” I hedge, knowing it’s me he’s waiting for. “I want to change first.”
Erik accepts this explanation and heads out of the greenhouse, flexing his wrist a little, like it’s sore.
“What did you do?” I ask as soon as he’s out of earshot.
Dante opens his palm to reveal a bloody chip of metal and circuits.
“What is that?”
“Tracking chip,” he says.
“How did you know it was there?” I ask. I take the chip even though it’s covered in blood.
“A guess.”
“But they can track our sequences in the mantle,” I say, confused. I turn the chip over in my palm, looking for a clue as to why it was there. Why bother when they could call up a personal identifying sequence and remove the individual strands so easily?
