MARKUS ZOLA’S PALMS were sweating. He’d never been fully on board with Felz’s agenda. He’d been much more comfortable working with rats. That was, until the rats started attacking people. Then he’d lost interest and gained a survival instinct.
He’d run. But it hadn’t taken him long to bump up against Honoria Felz, a scientist who’d gained a reputation for pushing the envelope scientifically. They’d seemed a match made in Heaven.
He soon learned Heaven had nothing to do with it.
She was a genius. But the genius was tainted with too much evil for Zola’s comfort. He’d been a wreck since she’d started killing people. Couldn’t eat. Couldn’t sleep. He rarely left the lab anymore because it was the only place he felt even remotely in control of his destiny.
He’d felt safe there.
But Zola no
