Xavier will keep Wren safe while I get my house in order. I have to trust that.
But if even one hair on her head is harmed, I will burn this entire Continent to the ground.
Red Threat
Name:Wren Darlington
Rank:1st Soldier
Ward:Z
Status:Aberrant
Last Known Location:Sanctum Point
Wanted For:
Treason, concealment
Destruction of property
Additional Details:
Year of Birth:5 NE
Age:20
Distinguishing Features:Bloodmark, left thigh
Caution:
Suspect is a highly trained sniper. Former Silver Elite operative. Aberrant abilities unknown, but bloodmark presence indicates suspect is powerful. Proceed with great caution.
Action:
Kill on sight.
Chapter 1
Your name is Stella Hess.
Stella Hess.
My mind keeps tripping over that, spinning faster than the helicopter rotors above our heads.
Stella Hess.
The name is completely unfamiliar to me. It feels wrong. Like a piece of clothing you don’t recognize but are told belongs to you. The size is right, it fits fine, but you still feel like you’re wearing someone else’s clothes. I don’t remember being Stella, but it’s not inconceivable that I was. I must’ve had a name before Jim Darlington whisked me out of Sanctum Point at the insistence of my mother, who entrusted her closest friend with protecting me after I began manifesting the psychic powers unique to the Modified people.
My mother, whose name I’m also now privy to: Marina Serrano.
A woman I believed to be brave, who went undercover in the Command with the sole intention of burning down the entire institution from within. With the help of my father, she dedicated her life to saving the Mods of the Continent. Together, they were willing to go to any lengths to achieve that goal.
And me, I’m the product of their inspirational love. The heir to their unceasing loyalty to the cause.
Oh, wait.
That’s all bullshit.
