Stockpile's HeartGregor’s POV~I was in the central part of my Lazareth bunker. The machines around me hissed and clicked, and vials of serum flowed from them. My heritage, my rifle, my will—compressed and packed, a row of chemical peace perfected.A smile played at the corner of my mouth while the vials rolled off the line. “Valenticia’s just a waste of life,” I muttered low, my voice nearly drowned out by the buzzing. I was wearing gray today.Vallentcia Clawford had thought she could unravel me with her shabby little leak—board contacts, buyers lists, and financials she could barely read. It was the last thing she knew she was doing.But then her voice came crackling over the command center speakers. Another episode of Galden Exposed appeared on the screen. She was broadcasting again. Loud, smugly and infuriatingly familiar.Her language made me think of Eleanor, not my friend, but my aunt. The woman who had blocked me back then, with shaking hands. “You’re a monster, Gregor,” she’
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