The man in the black suit didn't look like a monster. He didn't have claws or fangs or glowing red eyes. He looked like the kind of man who sat in a quiet office and made important decisions. But as his hand tightened around my throat, I felt a power that made the Moon Goddess look like a toy.
"Let her go!" Silas screamed.
Silas lunged, his glitch-shadows forming a jagged blade. But the man didn't even look at him. He simply flicked his fingers, and a wave of invisible force slammed Silas against a glass brain-pillar. The glass didn't break, but Silas slumped to the floor, paralyzed by some kind of high-tech neural dampener.
"Stay down, Subject 02," the man said smoothly. "You were always just the spark plug. Now that the engine is running, you are redundant."
I clawed at the man’s han
