A chimera. A hybrid. A monster stitched together from the souls of two men who'd never met and never would.
Great. Love that for me.
"The folder." I stood up and grabbed the research notes. "You said this is my only advantage going into the meeting with Seraphina."
"She knows something is wrong with you. The growth rates. The impossible manifestation. The abilities that don't match your registered Aspect. She's assembling a case, and when she has enough evidence, she'll act."
"Act how?"
"Best case?" Finch's voice was clinical, methodical. "She extends an offer. You work for the VHC directly, under her personal supervision. You submit to controlled testing. Allow their researchers to analyze and document the precise mechanisms behind what your father achieved. If you're valuable enough—and I believe you will be—she might even provide resources to accelerate your development."
His expression darkened.
