Kaelen looked at Thorne. “Now what?”
“Why?” she whispered.
“Dr. Thorne,” she said, her voice a chorus of four vocal cords straining in unison. “You’ve been harvesting from my gardens.” breedbus
The destination sign flickered. Changed. Kaelen looked at Thorne
It now read: PURGE.
But she didn’t stab Vess.
The effect was instantaneous. A wave of white noise screamed from her skull. The Breedbus’s lights exploded. Vess staggered, clutching her head as the four consciousnesses inside her began to war with each other. The yellow eye went wild. The blue eye wept. ” she said