Friday, February 12, 2100
Friday, February 12, 2100She was being watched.
The woman known only as Twenty-three felt her pulse quicken. The hair prickled on the back of her neck, and she tried to tell herself that the glance she felt was only passing.
It wasn’t. Someone was scrutinizing her.
She’d kept her head down as she lit the tall candles in the chapel, trying to be as unobtrusive as possible. She’d moved slowly, so as to not attract attention, but the weight of that gaze had made her want to run.
Someone knew her secret. Conviction made her heart race and her hands shake.
Twenty-three was a shade and shades officially had no secrets.
Shades—those humans who had failed the Sub Human Atomic Deviancy Evaluation—forfeited their citizenship and rights because of their birth defects.
