Dawn painted the lake in molten gold as I slipped from bed, careful not to wake Jeff. He slept like the dead—one arm still curled around the space where I'd been, his dark lashes casting shadows on cheeks that had finally lost their hollowed-out look after days of Claudette's relentless feeding.The wooden floors were cool under my bare feet as I padded to the window. Below, the gardens stretched toward the water in a riot of roses and lavender. And there, near the old stone fountain—A figure in white.My hand flew to the knife I kept under my pillow before remembering Claudette had confiscated it last night ("Mon Dieu, child, you'll slice your thighs to ribbons!").The figure turned.Not an enemy.Claudette.She cradled something in her arms, her lips moving in silent prayer as she knelt by the fountain. The morning breeze carried the scent of fresh earth and something sharper—metallic, like...Blood?I was halfway to the door when Jeff's hand closed around my wrist."Don't." His vo
The car ride to Geneva passed in a haze of exhaustion and quiet touches. Lena slept curled against Jeff's side, her small fingers tangled in his torn shirt. Mara dozed in my lap, her breathing steady for the first time in days. Outside the windows, the Alps gave way to rolling green hills and the occasional glimpse of Lake Geneva's sparkling waters.Jeff's hand found mine in the space between the seats, his thumb tracing slow circles on my skin. Neither of us spoke. Words felt too heavy, too fragile for the weight of everything we'd survived.Nolan broke the silence first. "We're here."The car turned onto a private drive lined with towering cypress trees. At the end stood a sprawling stone villa overlooking the lake, its shutters painted a soft blue, ivy creeping up the walls.Jeff stiffened beside me."Where is this?" I asked softly."A safe place," Nolan said, but his eyes flicked to Jeff in a silent question.Jeff exhaled through his nose. "My aunt's house."His aunt. The realizat
The monolith wasn't glass—it was ice.A thousand frozen faces stared back at us through the glacier's translucent walls, each suspended in their own private hell. Children. Dozens of them, all with familiar features—Jeff's sharp jawline, my dark eyes, Saskia's high cheekbones.Lena pressed against my leg. "Are they sleeping?"Saskia's breath fogged the air as she placed her palm against the ice. "They're waiting."Jeff's fingers found mine, his grip almost painful. "For what?"The doors slid open with a hiss of pressurized air."For you, Lieutenant."The voice came from a figure shrouded in shadow at the chamber's heart. As he stepped into the light, Nolan recoiled."Father."The man looked nothing like the monster I'd imagined. Gaunt, silver-haired, with Jeff's piercing blue eyes. His lab coat hung loose on his frame, the name Ryans stitched over a heart monitor's steady blip.He smiled at me. "Hello, Daniela."My birth name hit like a bullet.Jeff stepped between us, his body a shie
Voss twirled Jeff's dog tags around her finger, the metal glinting with fresh blood. My stomach twisted as I pressed Mara and Lena behind me, their rapid breaths hot against my back."Let's make this simple," Voss said, her surgical mask fluttering with each word. "Give me Lena, and I'll let you walk away with your... daughter." Her gaze flicked to Mara. "Such a touching reunion."Nolan stepped forward, hands raised. "There's another way—"Voss shot him in the knee.He collapsed with a grunt as Lena screamed. Mara buried her face in my jacket, trembling. The armed men moved in, rifles trained on us.Voss sighed. "I'd hoped we could be civilized." She tossed the dog tags at my feet. "Jeff fought well. Pity his last words were about you."The world narrowed to those bloodstained tags. Jeff couldn't be—Lena darted out from behind me. "You're lying!"Voss's smile was a razor cut. "Am I?" She pulled a tablet from her coat, tapping the screen.Security footage played—Jeff pinned beneath tw
The photograph trembled in my hand—Saskia's younger face beaming at the bundle in her arms. My infant eyes stared back, the telltale D-28 scar already visible on my tiny shoulder.Jeff's boot crunched glass as he stepped closer. "Photos can be faked."Saskia didn't flinch. "So can memories." She reached slowly into her pocket and produced a vial of dark liquid. "My blood. Run the test yourself."Mara clung to my leg, her breath hot through my torn pants. Lena stirred in Jeff's arms, her blue eyes foggy with sleep. The weight of their trust—their need—pressed down on me like stone.Nolan snatched the vial. "What's your real play here, Doctor?""Same as yours." Saskia's gaze never left my face. "To protect my child."A gust of wind rattled the tunnel's ancient beams. Somewhere above us, the ryokan groaned.Jeff shifted Lena to one arm, his free hand finding my lower back. "Demi..."I knew that tone. The one that said this is a trap. The one that usually preceded gunfire.But Mara's tiny
The child's laughter echoed through the ryokan like wind chimes in a storm. She couldn't be real—this tiny girl with Jeff's eyes and my nose, barefoot in a yukata three sizes too big. Yet when she grabbed my hand, her fingers were warm."Lena missed you," she chirped, dragging me across the threshold.Jeff's knife clattered to the wooden floor.The interior was a time capsule—faded crayon drawings under plexiglass, a child-sized kotatsu with half-finished origami, a wall of photos showing a progression that made my stomach twist: Jeff holding an infant. Jeff teaching a toddler to walk. Jeff asleep on the tatami with a dark-haired girl curled on his chest.All with dates from fifteen years ago.Nolan leaned against the doorframe. "Memory suppression works both ways, brother. You trained her. Loved her. Then forgot her."Lena tugged me toward a sliding door. "Come see!"The room beyond was a laboratory disguised as a playroom. A IV drip hung beside a dollhouse. A biometric scanner was e