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"Look at that exquisite craftsmanship… every detail is perfect. It would look absolutely stunning displayed in our private gallery, don’t you think?" Jade nodded eagerly, her eyes fixed greedily on the screen as she raised her paddle high for the first time. Deep down, she knew perfectly well she didn’t actually have the money to afford such luxury; she came from an ordinary family with modest means, and she had only befriended Serene in the first place to leech off her wealth, status, and connections. But seeing such magnificent treasures right in front of her, she couldn’t help but dream of owning them, imagining how envious everyone would be if she wore such pieces. Her heart raced with d

Poor Henry. “Eureka!” an excited voice said, and it snapped the heir apparent—and me—out of our thoughts. Henry whirled around while I just looked up and our eyes landed on a girl wearing a short white coat. It was my twin sister, Jade. She was standing near her laptop on the far side of the granite counter. She had papers and Petri dishes with tissue and blood samples piled high on her table. I always assumed scientists were orderly, but she was the opposite. When there was chaos, Jade thrived and could think more clearly. Or so she says. Maybe she’s just untidy and lazy.

On the pink home page, all the other women's photos had disappeared. Only my photo remained, hanging alone in the center, locked onto by a huge, bloody red "Hunting" icon. Below it was a new line in bold black text. [Exclusive Hunting Mode activated.] The target of the new Quest was simple and crude. [At the public lecture three days from now, get Sinead soaked in front of everyone.] [Quest Reward, two thousand dollars.] The words "soaked" had been written in red, loaded with insult and innuendo.

Not because she believed Mina capable of causing trouble, but because the situation itself had been strange. Madam Hawthorne sat in her study, the quiet rustle of paper the only sound in the room as she examined the first investigation report. The investigator had been thorough. Jade August. Age, education, employment history. From what the report described, Jade was an exceptionally hardworking young woman who had climbed her way through school with scholarships and relentless effort before eventually joining the Hawthorne Empire. There was nothing inherently suspicious in the file. In fact, it painted the portrait of someone diligent and disciplined.

Inside, the corridors buzzed with eerie blue light. Computer screens blinked with genome data. Subjects. Profiles. Experiment logs. Some Grace recognized from dreams. Others from memories she didn’t even know she had. Then they found her. Jade. Sitting in a glass chamber, surrounded by servers, her back turned. She turned slowly as they entered. “Well,” she said, “the prodigal children return.” Face to Face with the Architect Jade’s hair was pinned in a perfect bun. Her lips curled slightly as she looked at Grace and Adrian.

A few more minutes passed and I suddenly caught Jade staring at me again, but this time I didn't look away and forced her to keep the eye contact. I expected to see that familiar flash of competitive fire or the usual anger that she carried like a shield, but to my absolute shock, her gaze was filled with something entirely different. Her eyes were wide and filled with a fear I had not seen before, she looked so troubled that for a second she didn't look like the arrogant intern who had been making my life a living hell. She looked small and vulnerable, like a trapped animal looking for a way out, and the sight of it made the air leave my lungs.

She wondered what his role here was, as the other girls did not even feel bothered that he was here. Mara crawled over to her, hovering on all fours. "You're soaking wet, Quin," she murmured, reaching down to run a finger through Quin’s folds. Quin arched her hips involuntarily at the contact, a soft moan escaping her lips. "I knew you were a slut waiting to happen." "Please," Quin whispered, not even sure what she was begging for. Release? Mercy? More? Jade settled between Quin’s legs, separating them with steady hands. She looked up at Quin, her eyes dark with dark intentions. "Just relax, princess. I'm going to eat this pretty little cunt like ice cream and give you a high scream."

He was watching me with a curious gaze. “Excuse me, young man? Um, could you show me where the gauze and disinfectant spray are?” he asked in a hoarse, deep voice. Catching a slight accent, I narrowed my eyes at him. “My name is Jade, and I am a female,” I responded bluntly as I pulled off my hat, allowing my hair to fall haphazardly around my face. Hearing his sharp intake of air, I pointed toward the display case for what he asked the location of.

It was an apology for the past, a promise for the future, and a deep, soul-shaking gratitude. "I think he got the wings right," Jade whispered, kissing the top of Leo’s head. Later that evening, after Leo had fallen asleep, Jade stood by the window looking out at the city lights. Her phone buzzed on the table—a notification from a medical journal asking for "The Genius Doctor Miller's" opinion on a new genetic breakthrough. Jade didn't open it. She didn't even feel the itch to. "Are you going to answer them?" Caspian asked, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist.

“It’s whoever’s feeding her lines.” Celeste rubbed her thumb against her palm, a nervous habit she hadn’t done in years. “Maybe she’s just good. Maybe we’re making this bigger than it is.” “You don’t survive what we survived and stay naive,” Damien said. He drained his coffee, set the mug aside. “I’ll have Jade come by today.” By noon, Jade arrived, her energy sharp enough to cut through the easy quiet of the house. She breezed in with a tablet tucked under her arm, sunglasses pushed up in her dark hair, a bag of green juice and protein bars she’d probably force them both to choke down.