“The couple,” he continued, “I think they might be connected to the old bloodlines. The ones the organization could use for testing.”
That finally got my attention, and I turned slowly.
“Don’t be stupid.”
Danvers stiffened, but he held his ground.
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
He gestured toward the monitor with a frown.
“There haven’t been any reported in that area for years, but that doesn’t mean they’re gone. It means they’ve been hiding.”
I stared at him.
Hiding.
My chest burned. The idea tasted like failure.
The organization had spent decades making sure certain bloodlines were erased.
That had been the point of the work: remove variables, cut out old weaknesses, eliminate the things that made people dangerous—dangerous in ways that money and intimidation couldn’t manage.
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