Elena POVI froze, the freezing water in my shoes completely forgotten.My hands hovered inches above Leo's shoulders, my breath catching in my throat. The seven-year-old boy I had raised, the child I had carried through dark rooms and hidden away from my father's soldiers, was standing straight. His posture wasn't slouched anymore. His head was tilted at a precise, unnatural angle, his dark eyes staring at the glowing blue incubators with a cold, terrifying satisfaction."Leo?" I whispered, my voice breaking. "Baby, step back from the glass. Come to Mom.""He isn't your baby, Elena," Alexander said, his voice dropping into a dangerous, gravelly register.Alexander didn't hesitate. He grabbed Leo by the collar of his jacket, yanked him backward off the crate, and slammed him behind his back, shielding him with his massive frame. His rifle was raised, the barrel aimed squarely at the digital screen of the transport crate."Alex, don't shoot!" I shrieked, grabbing his bare, blood-staine
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