“But we don’t, Cassian,” Caelum snaps. “We are doomed to extinction.”
“Speaking of that…” I drum my fingers on the table, knowing my silence and gestures unsettle those present. “You must stop your attempts to create a Pureblood.”
“You’re asking us to accept our fate,” Caelum grumbles again.
I pinch the bridge of my nose.
“It’s incredible that I’m the one saying this, but you cannot continue doing what you’re doing. It’s monstrous.”
Images of the creations brought into this world flood my mind, along with the memory of how I had to kill each of those small, deformed, disease-ridden bodies myself. After the second great m******e, which reduced the number of Pureblood women to zero, we’ve found no way for more of us to be born. Meanwhile, the Halfbloods reproduces far too easily, puttin
