The walk to the facility took five minutes.
Five minutes of Sera's mind racing. Of connections forming that she didn't want to acknowledge. Of a world shifting beneath her feet and refusing to settle.
Grandmother.
Magnus's wife was her aunt. This woman is Magnus's wife. Which means—
"You're married to Magnus Voss," Sera said.
"Yes."
"And you're my grandmother."
"Yes."
They stopped at the entrance to the main building. The guards looked at Elena with deference. With fear. Not the fear of a servant for a master, but the fear of an addict for a supplier. The fear of someone who holds your weakness in their hands.
"You've been running his experiments," Sera said. "The children. The blood."
"Somebody had to." Elena's voice was tired. The tiredness of decades, of a burden carried so lo
