CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
For the first time ever, Eva considered 'What would Iuvart do?' Mark West held her by the shoulders and stared at her eyes, trying to see into her soul. She stared back at him, attempting to affect an air of superiority hoping against hope she was behaving as she should. How did he know about the Convocation in such a way to use those exact words? The broadcasts? They were never too specific were they?
Eva said the one phrase she hoped such an obvious megalomaniac would want to hear: “You have served well. You shall be next. Eternal life.”
“Yes!” West cheered, pumping the air.
“We need to see the lab,” Swanson pressed. “There's more to ARC approval than our Lord's acceptance.”
West looked back at her. Afraid to say anything, she inclined her head at Swanson, indica
