“Explain yourself.”
“Slade,” she growled. “He’s become a liability.”
The stranger held her gaze, never moving, never blinking. Idly, she wondered why the Inzari had chosen this form. It wasn’t the face of anyone she knew. When the silence stretched on, she realized she wasn’t going to get a response.
Isara strode around the small coffee table, planting herself in front of the stranger, facing him with iron resolve. “He was a valued partner once,” she said. “But he has grown unstable. You know this.”
“He still serves his function.”
“A broken tool cannot serve its function,” she insisted. “Slade was never the same after you disciplined him. His obsession with Jack Hunter consumes and diverts him from our mission. This clone that he has created is but the latest example. He has wasted yo
