And I was there, the clones chanting and pounding their fists into their palms. The scent of strawberries filled my nostrils. My hands tingled, as did the skin around my ears and eyes. Sparkle clouded the edges of my vision, and the sound of surf crashed in my ears. I looked at the labgrown below me. “Lower your hands.”
The chanting labgrown stopped pounding their palms.
“Now stop the chant.”
They became quiet.
“On the count of three, I'll release you to return to your lives. You won't remember what happened. One, two, three.” I clapped my hands, and I was looking across a velvet-covered table at Lady Karen, my hands returning to my sides like alien beings under their own volition.
She was wide-eyed.
“What is it?”
Karen's gaze drifted to a corner of the room. “The sisterhood should
