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

Eddie’s eyes widened. “No fucking way! Can I see it?”


Even as he reached, Kaeva barked, “No.”


“No,” Kaeva repeated. “And stop getting so close. Go sit down.”


Eddie lowered his hands. “Oh my God, fine!”


Kaeva grunted. Eddie translated the sound as, “Damn right it’s fine you flaming irritant.”


Eddie searched the room, found a stool tucked under the end of the counter, and pulled it out. “You just do everything, and I’ll sit here and watch.”


“Well, call the fucking Council,” Kaeva drawled. “Seems like Mr. Florence finally learned how to listen.”


Eddie rolled his eyes and sat with an exaggerated flump. As Kaeva reached for the refrigerator (a tiny thing, really; nothing like the monstrosity Eddie was used to) there was a crackle, a snap, and Kaeva pulled back with a growl.


“Fucking hell.” Kaeva looked over at Eddie. “Come here,” he ordered.


Eddie slid off the stool. “Yes, sir? Can I help you, sir? Is there something you require of lowly little me—”


Chapter 46