"You have 72 hours to decide."Rylan stood in my house doorway. How he got beyond my locks, I failed to know. But there he was. Calm as anything."Get out," I said."Not until we talk.""We talked already. In Geneva.""That was different. This is business."I backed away from him. My hand moved towards the drawer in which I stored a knife."Do not," Rylan said. "i'm not right here to harm you.""Then why are you right here?""To save your life."He walked into my dwelling room like he owned it. Sat down on my couch."Damien's family wants you dead," he said."You're lying.""Am I? Check your messages."I looked at my phone. Three missed calls from unknown numbers. Two voice mails."Play them," Rylan said.The first message was hard to hear. Someone talking fast. But I caught a few words. "Target confirmed. Moving tonight."The second was clearer. A woman's voice. "The girl knows too much. Clean it up."My blood went cold."Who are these people?" I asked."Damien's aunts. His cousins.
"I swear on my life i'll defend you."Damien's phrases hung in the air among us. We stood outside the safe house. A grey building that gave the impression of each other building on the block."Your guarantees don't suggest plenty right now," I stated."This one does.""Why should I believe you?""Due to the fact I am about to lose everything for you.”He pulled out his phone. Showed me a text message. It was from his father."Come home now or you're useless to us."I stared on the display screen. "when did you get this?""Ten mins in the past.""What are you going to do?""I'm here with you. this is my solution.”A car drove past. Too slow. Too quiet. We both noticed."We should go inside," Damien said.The safe house was small. One room. A bed. A table. Two chairs. Everything looked old and used.Damien went to a corner. Pulled up a loose floorboard. Took out a metal box."This is it," he said. "Your mom's letter."My fingers shook after I took the box. It become heavier than I conce
"Get in the car."Damien stood by a black sedan. His face looked hard. Mad. Like he wanted to break something.I didn't move from the hotel steps. "No.""Celeste. Get in the damn car.""You lied to me.""We need to talk.""We just did. Back there with Rylan."He walked closer. His eyes looked wild. "That man wants you dead. You know that, right?""Maybe I should be dead."Damien stopped. His face went white. "Don't say that.""Why not? I'm just some lab rat. Something they made.""You're not a thing."I laughed. It sounded ugly. "Right. I'm a person. With real feelings. Real choices. Except none of it's real.""Your feelings are real.""How do you know? Maybe they programmed those too."A car drove past. The street was getting busy. People walking to work. Normal people with normal lives. Not me."Let's go somewhere private," Damien said."Where? Your place? So you can write another report?"He looked like I hit him. "I stopped writing reports.""When?""Two years ago.""Why?"He beca
"You have her eyes."I turned fast. Rylan was there. He stood in the door like he owned this place. Light came from behind him. It made his shadow cover the wall. All those papers were there. My name. My face. Project Ruthless."Whose eyes?" I said."Your mom's. Green like yours. Same way you look when you're mad too."I put my hand on my gun. "You knew my mom?"He walked in slowly. That smile made me sick. "I knew her really well. We all did.""Who's we?""The families. Mine. Damien's. Others too." He sat down like nothing was wrong. "Your mom was something else. Pretty. Smart. Dangerous."My heart beat fast. "What's Project Ruthless?""Your life, sweetheart. Everything you are.""I don't get it.""Of course you don't. They kept secrets from you." He got out some kind of tablet. "This wasn't about money. It was about making the right kind of baby."I felt cold. "What?""Look." He showed me the screen. My name was there. My birthday. But weird numbers too. Codes I never saw."What is
"You can't stop me from going."Damien stood in the doorway. His face was hard. His eyes were cold."Watch me," he said.I grabbed my bag. The coordinates from the files burned in my mind. Geneva. I had to go there."After what happened last night—" Damien started."You mean after I found another bug?" I cut him off. "One you didn't plant?"His jaw tightened. "That's why you can't go alone.""I'm going." I pushed past him.The flight to Geneva felt long. Every face looked dangerous. The coordinates led me to an old building. Paint peeled from the walls. Windows were broken.I found a side door. It was unlocked. I stepped inside.The smell hit me first. Dust. Old wood. Something familiar.I turned on my phone's light. The furniture sat covered in white sheets. Everything looked frozen.I found stairs going down. The basement was different. Clean. Organized. Someone had been here recently.File cabinets lined one wall. A desk sat in the center. Papers covered its surface.I moved closer
"My phone's acting really weird."Celeste looked at the black screen. Her thumb just stopped.Jace looked up. "Weird how?""It keeps stopping," she said. "Apps open on their own. Messages go away then come back."Jace got up fast. He sounded calm but his jaw was tight. "Give it here."She handed him the phone. Her chest felt heavy.He put a wire from it to his laptop. His fingers went fast on the keys. The only sounds were the clicking and her heart beating loud.After a minute, Jace cursed.Celeste felt sick. "What?""Someone put spy stuff on your phone," he said. Eyes still on the screen. "Not the cheap kind. The real deal."Celeste's mouth went dry. "Who did it?"Jace stopped. Then he turned the screen. "Look."Celeste looked close. Numbers and letters everywhere. She didn't understand—then she saw the name.Her chest squeezed."This is Damien's," Jace said quietly.Celeste almost fell. "No. Can't be."Jace looked at her. His face was serious. "It is."Celeste backed up. Her head w