Who would’ve guessed, after all these years, he’d get another shot at this. If he could just get his hands on a patient with the “genetic mutation,” he’d finally crack the code—figure out what caused it, and maybe even find a cure.
“Text them back,” G2 said, nearly buzzing with excitement. “We trade—the person for the cure.”
Once they got her to the Isle of Veil, there was no chance she’d ever walk out again.
***
Solenia.
Ever since Charlotte had given her that miracle drug, Nora felt almost like herself again. She knew enough about medicine to realize it was only keeping her alive, not healing her. The second it stopped working, if she didn’t find the real antidote, her strength would disappear fast. She’d fade, then die.
After breakfast, Nora sat down at her computer. When the notification pinged, she was staring off into space, missing Lottie. She snapped back to reality and clicked open the message.
The gene biology institute had replied.
[Let’s meet. The person for the antidote.]
Did they really think she was that naive? Did they honestly believe she didn’t know what kind of place the Isle of Veil was?
Nora’s expression turned icy as she typed her reply. [I know the original antidote for the mutation was destroyed years ago. You don’t have the real thing.]
The other side probably hadn’t expected the “patient” to know so much. The reply didn’t come for a long time.
Nora let her fingers hover above the keyboard, then typed again. [I want all the research data you’ve collected on the antidote these past twenty years.]
Smart move.


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