Selene didn’t speak.
She stared at the feed, the girl’s face still glowing against the wall of monitors. Trapped. Breathing. Alive. But too still. Too quiet. As if waiting for something.
Darius stood next to her, arms crossed so tight it looked like he was holding something in.
“She’s not trying to break out.”
“She doesn’t need to,” Selene muttered.
Vincent leaned in, squinting like the truth might show up if he stared hard enough. “What the hell does that mean?”
Selene didn’t answer. Her fingers flew over the control board, isolating the feed, zooming in on the clone’s eyes. Not just calculating. Calm. Watching them back like a mirror that refused to blink.
“She’s stalling,” she murmured.
Darius turned sharply. “For what?”
Selene stood. “Mireille.”
They moved fast.
Vincent seal
