In the wake of several near-cataclysmic events, humanity created the Cure, a DNA-altering antidote to death by disease and old age. But all cures come with side effects: a small percentage of the population develops a wide range of powers, some lethal to others and some lethal to the wielder.<br><br>These people are called the Estranged, hunted and shunned, safe only on the Island of Exile. It is here that Kaeva and Eddie meet ... and where they set a prophecy in motion, quite possibly sealing their own demise, and even the end of Exile.

Breaker

“Level?” Kaeva growled. Three days of waiting hadn’t exactly made him more hospitable. “What’s your level?”


The kid frowned. “Um, ground level?”


“Education level?” The kid pressed on, not seeming to hear Kaeva. “Not sure what you’re trying to say, beautiful.”


“Oh!” The boy twisted in the blanket, probably onto his knees, and stuck one hand through it. “I’m Eddie. You are?”


Kaeva knew he was staring at Eddie’s hand like it was a bomb about to go off, but Kaeva couldn’t help it. Eddie. Who the hell named their child “Eddie” in this day and age? And what was happening? This wasn’t how this encounter was supposed to go. The intake was supposed to be dangerous. Huge. Scary. Possibly drooling green slime and ready to take out the island with the bomb strapped to his chest.


Chapter 30