Grace
I leaned closer to the screen, my training kicking in as I read the labels on the side panels. My eyes darted across the historical dates and geographical markers, "Those are genealogical registries. Why would a Biochemical company be mapping family trees from the seventeenth century?"
"Because they aren't normal families," Kent growled softly, his eyes locking onto the gold markers. "These are Conduits. Human bloodlines that carry the connection to the Marked."
"Conduits?" I repeated, the word sounding heavy and wrong in the quiet room. "Dr. Fenn told me we were looking for genetic markers for rare autoimmune disorders, that's why they needed my blood. I was a match for the serum, the cure."
"He lied to you," Rook said, hitting a key that caused the map to zoom in drastically, f
