The safe house in Veridian had become a tomb of secrets.
James sat at the table, the files from Aldric's facility spread out before him. The truth about his creation, his purpose, his entire existence—it was all laid out in black and white. But something still didn't add up.
He was created. Designed. A weapon built to destroy the Order.
But who had created his creator?
Elena appeared beside him. "You've been staring at those files for hours. What are you looking for?"
James looked up. "Aldric said he created everything. But I don't believe him."
"Why not?"
James pulled up a file. "Look at this. The technology used to create me—it's too advanced. Too sophisticated. Aldric couldn't have developed it on his own."
Elena studied the file. "You think someone else was involved?"
"I know
