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constitution. I know they can take you against your will if they want, they can suspend your rights if they deem it necessary and imprison you in a lab until they’re damn good and satisfied.”
    My head throbbed and my hands fisted. “Okay…?”
    Mom’s lips pursed as she examined my face. “As a child, I remember rumblings in the family, things said in hushed tones between family members. They thought I was out of earshot, but I heard. Something about someone’s blood. Our family has secrets.”
    Silence filled the air between us, heavy and still. Secrets? Finally, she was talking.
    “Can you find out?” Tears stung at the back of my eyes at the thought of it. If those secrets had been out in the open, could Analiese’s death been prevented?
    As if reading my mind, she nodded. “I’ll try. In the meantime, can you please just… go back to college, go to class, blend in, pretend everything is normal, okay? Give me two days, and I’ll dig around. I’ll find us some answers.”

     
     
     
     
    Mutation:
    A relatively permanent change in hereditary material involving either a physical change in chromosome relations or a biochemical change in the codons that make up genes.
    -Merriam-Webster Dictionary
     
     
     
    CHAPTER THREE
    KALAN KANE
     
    I sat across the aisle from the gorgeous girl, looking out of the corner of my eye, furtive glances, trying not to be noticed. There was something about her that was hard to put into words, an energy that practically pulsed off of her. She hadn’t even said a word, and yet I couldn’t keep myself from staring. I was like a dog, watching my master’s every move, waiting for some small gesture. Some small acknowledgement of my existence. I forced myself to turn in my seat so I wouldn’t be tempted to stare at her. I didn’t need to send her the creep vibe before I’d even met her. And that was the ultimate goal.
    Sitting through a Biochemistry lab wasn’t something I was overly excited about, but I knew it was the only way I’d be able to see her up close. In fact, Stonewood, the small, relatively isolated university town right in the middle of a densely forested area, was one of the last places on my list of locations to move to. But here I was, all because of this girl, whose sister’s death was in the paper, the headline reading, ‘Patient with atypical blood type dies from botched blood transfusion.’
    She leaned down from her lab stool and rummaged through her backpack until she touched the object she was in search of. She withdrew her hand from the pack to reveal a shiny red apple. Without hesitation, her lush lips pulled back and she bit down on the crimson skin, her incisors slicing through to the juicy flesh beneath. The familiar crunch echoed through the lab followed by the crisp, sweet scent that took me back to my childhood lunchroom.
    I evaluated her features. She had at least one of the classic markers I was hoping she had. In fact, those teal green eyes of hers could be noticed halfway across the room. Even though she already had her lab coat on, it was obvious she also had a great rack. More than a handful, for sure. Get your mind out of the gutter.
    The girl continued to chomp her fruit as she prepared her lab table. She adjusted her Bunsen burner so it sat directly in front of her, set her safety goggles to her right, and the evaporating dish and an Erlenmeyer flask to her left.
                  Judging by the numerous guys twisting at their desks, I wasn’t the only one looking at her, either. A guy around her age sat in the next aisle over, not even trying to hide his kicked-puppy stare. She glanced over at him and he said hi. Then I heard her voice for the first time.
                  “Derek.” Her voice sounded as if her throat was pinched. Was there history between these two? Or was her voice like this on account that she had just lost her sister?
                  Derek’s hound-dog expression