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“Nera, listen. I might be making connections that aren’t truly there, but you found a shopping cart in the jungle from the store on Earth you used to shop at.” I reached out and squeezed her shoulder gently with the hope of giving her strength. “With Rain.”
She gasped as if the name itself had struck her. “What,” she whispered.
“It’s just a theory. A loose one I cobbled together from nothing.”
“She’s…here?” She backed away from me, her eyes alight with tears and memories and pain.
So much pain.
“Maybe not,” I rushed to assure her.
When it came to Rain, I didn’t quite know what to think, what to feel. She’d saved my life, yet she’d taken another’s. Not by choice though, according to her often incoherent ramblings.
She was the one who reached out to me after the failed cloning experiments I’d spent billions on. The Xenoxx needed their king, their leader.
And because of my father and my eldest brother before me, I knew there was a high probability I wouldn’t be the king for long if I didn’t come up with a solution soon.
Which was why I answered Rain’s email about inserting Faid technology into the clone’s head.
Myclone’s head.
“The music I heard…” Nera muttered, rubbing her ears. “I have to tell Space Fleet.”
“I’m coming with you.” My tone left little room for argument, but I wasn’t so sure she’d heard me anyway.
If I went with her, we’d be heading straight into a figurative wild buxxens’ den though.
Filled with people who wouldn’t hesitate to kill me if they knew what I really was.
Chapter twelve
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