A few sips of coffee helped to steady Madison somewhat. Fingers wrapped around the mug she held, she said, “So…somehow you cooked up the disease that killed everyone?”
“Some of the djinn did, yes. And then they set it loose upon the world.”
“And none of you did anything to stop it.”
A curious expression flitted across Qadim’s features and then was gone. Madison couldn’t say exactly what it was, however. Regret? Annoyance? Anger?
Maybe a little of all three.
“There were those who made their disagreement with the decision known. And so another decision was made, so that the protesters would be able to save one each of the Immune, and — ”
“Wait,” she broke in, heart beginning to beat a little faster with terrible hope, “you mean there are more people like me out there? People who surviv
