Then Kirsten smiled and said, “Well, I don’t think Grace was any more stable during her high school years than any other teenager, but otherwise, yes, I’d say she’s been stable. Why would you ask that?”
Behind the glasses, his murky hazel eyes glinted. “Because she wasn’t created in a controlled way. The hybrid’s genes mixed with your sister’s genetic material without any technological intervention. I doubt the aliens ever planned for that. Some recessives could have emerged as she matured. Scales, for example.”
What he was saying was a little too close to some of the same fears I’d harbored over the years, but that didn’t mean I enjoyed hearing my own worries coming out of someone else’s mouth. “No scales,” I said, my tone too deliberately sweet, and Kirsten shot me warning look. “No cl
