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“Because I’m giving you a choice,” he said. “No one on this bus has ever had one. Not even me.”

Inside, Dr. Aris Thorne was checking the vitals of his last viable asset. A young woman named Kaelen, her head shaved, a mesh of biogel patches glowing faintly on her temples. She wasn't a passenger. She was the cargo. breedbus

The bus hummed as Thorne killed the engine. He turned to Kaelen and unclipped her restraints. “You’re the bait. He’s a rescuer type. Sees a shaved girl in a shock-collar, he’ll come running. You just have to stay still until the sedative darts kick in.” “Because I’m giving you a choice,” he said

“That’s not Rook,” he muttered.

Kaelen looked at the syringe. Then at Thorne. His eyes were tired, not cruel. That was worse. Cruelty had a pattern. Tiredness was infinite. Aris Thorne was checking the vitals of his last viable asset