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Chapter 249 Lateral Source

Author: R.J. Sterling
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-09-12 16:49:39

I do not answer Seven because the wrong answer is already in my hand.

My thumb tightens on the grip. Leo heats against my ribs, a warning without words. Seven watches the thumb. Of course she does. She has watched everything else.

"If you want a cleaner mother," I say, "go find one and see what she does when you reach for her child."

Seven's eyes do not change.

"Deflection retained."

"Put that in your file."

"Already fileable."

She steps back.<

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