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No matter what I do, no matter what steps I take to avoid it, I'm always playing right into somebody's hand.
Playing the role I was destined for.
Two years have passed since her willing return to the DSD, and Wynter Reeves is no longer the timid girl who only wanted to blend in. Strong, confident, and in control of her once debilitating powers, the world trembles at her feet while news of what she's capable of spreads like fire among the State's enemies. As the death toll rises and Dr. Richter further warps her into a weapon of war, Wynter is forced to embrace the daunting reality of what she's become. With the remnants of her humanity hanging on by a shoestring, she must choose between the one sacrifice that could lead to her salvation or the dark path of destruction from which there can be no return.
Torn between two sides of a war she never asked for, will Wynter find her freedom, or will she be doomed to remain a monster forever?
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“Wynter,” he calls.
I pause in the doorway, glancing over my shoulder. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice the woman waiting in the hallway. The obedient servant as submissive as ever.
His footsteps reverberate through the room as he closes the distance between us. “One more thing.”
Taking hold of my arm, he turns it with a jerking twist to expose the crook of my elbow. Before I can react, he plunges a needle into the throbbing vein there—adding yet another puncture mark to my already riddled skin. I grimace as blood fills the vial attached to the syringe, and when it reaches its limit, he yanks it out with a sharp tug. A cruel smile curls his lips in response to my expression.
“Can’t forget this.” He shakes the container in front of my face, flaunting his power over me.
A profound hatred floods my body as I tear my arm from his grasp, and just like every other day, I want nothing more than to see him dead. Preferably, by my hands.
Thinking he’d ever neglect this part of our little meetings was foolish. Taking my blood has become a daily occurrence—one he derives pleasure from since it causes me distress. What he needs it for, I don’t know, but I do know it’s important. Known as Type X, it’s a brand new blood type that he wishes to study.
One of a kind, just like me.
“Get some rest.”
His voice penetrates my ears, startling me with his uncharacteristic choice of words.
Letting out a heavy sigh, he meets my gaze, but light from the ceiling reflects off his glasses, shielding his eyes. Through an irritable grunt, he says, “The attack is in four days. We leave in two.” Then, he turns back to his work, dismissing me with his silence.
My fingers tremble as my hands ball into fists, and I nod my head once before exiting the room.