EZRAI stayed on my knees, panting, the taste of sour bile burning the back of my throat. I stared at the mess on the clean white floor, my whole body shaking bad. The image of those twisted, dead faces in the green jars was stuck right in my brain.Thorne didn't even move his feet away from the vomit. He didn't look mad or disgusted at all. He just looked down at me with that same heavy, patient kindness. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a silk handkerchief, and wiped the side of his boot slow. His movements were totally calm."Get up, Ezra," Thorne said, his voice dropping into that smooth, quiet register. "The past is just data. You are the success. There is no need to cry over the draft versions.""You're a monster," I choked out, pushing myself up using the cold glass of the tank behind me. My hybrid claws scraped loud against the surface, right next to the floating face of a clone that had my exact nose. "You made me in a tube. You killed all of them. I'm going to rip your
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