Chapter Fifty-Five
The closer Damien drew to Denton, the more he felt as though some part of him was being siphoned away. At first, he thought it was his eyes playing tricks on him. Denton seemed younger. The fine wrinkles in his face, around his mouth and eyes, had disappeared. He seemed at least a decade younger.
He’d injected both Chimera vectors.
Damien came to a halt right before him, only the almost invisible panel of aluminum oxynitride separating them.
Denton cemented his stance, his lips parting in curiosity. ‘It seems all of your efforts have been in vain.’
‘Not all of them.’
Damien held up an empty syringe, the one Benito had given him, and watched the color drain from Denton’s smooth, regenerated face.
He tossed the syringe aside, then placed the palm of his hand on the
