Kanao Final Selection Novels & Stories

Inside were glass tubes filled with red liquid. “She’s finishing what she started,” he said. “Perfection.” Selene’s voice hardened. “That’s not perfection. That’s slavery.” Ronan met her eyes. “To you, maybe. To her, it’s evolution.” He reached into the crate and pulled out one of the vials. “Do you know what this is?” Selene didn’t move. “Her serum.” Ronan nodded. “The final version. Made from your blood.” Selene’s pulse spiked. “She’s using me again.”