Clone One

BOOK THREE of the Clone Chronicles

Sisters

My vision wavers, tears flowing, choking me. I have to lean forward, forehead pressed to the round of the wheel as I sob silently into the warm cab of the SUV. I clutch the leather-bound steering wheel as though it can save me, keep me safe, but nothing helps, nothing.

But the sobbing. When I'm done at last, as my body heaves out the final bitterness of my longing, I look up, wiping my face on my sleeve to see Duet staring at me through the windshield.

She's smiling like she has no idea what I'm going through. And while I know she doesn't, that my half-cyborg sister, saved by the teks in body but not in mind, can't comprehend at the best of times and lacks anything resembling empathy, I still feel a surge of anger at her for being so damned cheerful.