Dean breathed in and out hard. Hybrid was now making his way toward Dean, each step bringing him closer and closer. Maybe three more steps and Hybrid would be upon him and Dean would be good as dead.
I failed, Dean thought, watching Hybrid get closer and closer. I am going to die. Hybrid will get away with three of the supermice. And I won’t get to see Jennie ever again.
Thinking of Jennie reminded Dean of Jennie’s words to him back in the operating room. She’d called him her hero, for reasons Dean still didn’t quite understand.
But Dean did not need to know why Jennie considered him her hero to know that he could still be a hero, even if he didn’t feel like one.
Would a real hero—like Arachnid or Jennie—just sit here and wait to be butchered like a hog? Dean thought. No. They’d go ou
