Healing with the monster
They had the same broad shoulders and the same predatory grace, but where Julian’s eyes held a simmering fire of regret, Victor’s were as cold as a deep-sea trench.
"Forty-eight hours, Julian," Victor repeated, his voice a silky caress that made the hair on my arms stand up. "That’s the window before the 'Sequence 4' lock triggers the first cytokine storm. Your son’s temperature will spike to 104 degrees, and his bone marrow will begin to overproduce the very cells that are meant to protect him. Except, in this case, they’ll be his executioners."
Julian’s grip on my hand was so tight I thought my bones might crack. I could feel the "Monster" inside him rising—the cold, calculated doctor who
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