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them turn you into a weapon or an experiment. Never. Once you understand that…you’ll be almost as smart as I am.”
    “ Even if it meant saving the world?”
    “ But giving you over to RZC wouldn’t change or save the world. Would you have handed Oleander over to Doc, even after she tried to kill you?”
    Oleander or Ollie was a child created by Doc using Wisteria and Bach ’s DNA. Even though the girl was seven, she’d been aged to be about sixteen. Ollie had tried to kill Wisteria because she feared being abandoned by Felip.
    “ No, I would never have left her,” Wisteria stated.
    “ And if you had a way to save her, would you take it?”
    Hot tears poured down her cheeks as Wisteria recalled the moment she learned her daughter was dead. Even though she ’d been with Ollie for a few days, it was as if she’d loved the girl a lifetime. “Yes.”
    “ Then, you can understand why I’d never let you go.” Getting up, her mother headed up the stairs to the upper deck.
    “ Mum.”
    “ Yes?”
    “ What happened to my real father?”
    “ I went out and when I came back he’d been pulsed—fried to death.” Lara bit at her lip. “It was a very painful way to die.” She shook her head vigorously. “We shouldn’t talk about this.”
    “ No—talk to me.” She grabbed her mother’s shoulder. “I can’t keep begging you to tell me about your life.”
    “ Then stop begging. I would’ve thought what you heard from those idiots was enough.” Her mother left.
    Why did she even try? Wiste ria smacked her head. Her mother never volunteered any information? Storming into her cabin, Wisteria kicked the door closed and then kicked it again before sinking on to the bed.

Chapter Three
     
    We are the darkness and we are the good
     
    Twenty-year-old, Bach of the Third Pillar blinked up at the deep orange sky, filled with black storm clouds overhead and wondered where he was. This wasn’t Earth, the air felt different, heavier, plus Earth didn’t have orange skies.
    Was this Jarthan? In his life, he’d travelled across three realms: Earth, his home realm and Jarthan that sat between them. Jarthan’s skies were the only ones that were ever orange.
    Checking for signs of Jarthan ’s Mountains, he saw nothing, just the grey stone walls of a courtyard, which seemed familiar. He’d been here before, but couldn’t place when or why. Sitting up, he was on a stone chair alone in an abandoned stone courtyard, located in some sort of castle. Thinking hard, he tried to remember the events that led him to his place. He’d agreed to leave the Earth town of Franklin with his mother, Coia, for a day.
    The cloud in his mind cleared and he recalled Wisteria Kuti, his Mosroc. He’d left and came here to save her life because she’d been bitten by the infected. Did the cure work? “ D’cara ,” he swore to himself. He’d left her on the tanker in the middle of the ocean with pirates. He needed to get back. Slowly, he attempted to rise, but his mind still seemed groggy. What did his mother do to him? “How did I get out here?”
    “ You sleepwalked, I guess,” a voice answered.
    “ Lluc?” Turning back, Bach wasn’t sure whether or not to believe his eyes.
    Lluc, his twenty-one year old brother stood behind him in an immaculate grey suit.
    Everything Bach went through in the last three weeks—Wisteria becoming infected, Ollie’s death, Radala, his best friend’s girlfriend dying—had been as result of trying to find the man who now stood behind him smirking.
    “ What happened?” Rising to his feet, Bach touched the black spots running along Lluc’s neck.
    “ It seems the Mosroc has made you affectionate little brother.” Lluc pushed Bach’s hand away.
    “ We were searching for you.”
    “ You should not have bothered. I have been fine all along. Thanks to Felip.”
    “ Felip. How can you trust him?”
    Felip , their cousin, their father’s brother’s son, used every opportunity available to stab