He Chose Her, Then Lost Me Forever
In the pale morning light, his face was instantly recognizable–sharp blue eyes, high cheekbones, and the exact same jawline as Noah, Julian, Caleb, Thomas, Marcus, Leo, and Luke.
It was another twin. But his hair was completely white, and he walked with a slight, stiff limp in his right leg.
Noah’s breath caught in his throat. "Who are you?"
The white-haired brother looked at Noah with a tired, sad expression. He didn't carry a weapon, and his hands rested loosely in his large coat pockets.
"My name is Isaac," the brother said, his voice deep, soft, and surprisingly gentle. "I am Subject One. The very first boy William created thirty-two years ago."