Mr. President Has A Baby Bump
“What you’re saying is… my mother was born through your crazy experiment. And the only reason you didn’t kill her… is because her life is linked to yours?”
He chuckled, the sound brittle but smug. “Ah. Finally, you’re listening.”
I slammed the butt of my gun into his jaw. His head snapped sideways, blood splattering across the cold steel floor.
“I said talk,” I growled. “Explain. Everything.”
He groaned, coughed, then smiled again his teeth red. “Your mother was my masterpiece. Project EVE. Designed, not born. Her DNA was reconstructed from the strongest hybrid sequences I collected wolf, vampire, and human. She was never meant to live as one of them. She was meant to lead them. Control them
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