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“You mean like the alligator nuzzling that man’s leg?” smirked Adam.

“That would be one of them,” he laughed. “We have cabins on another island for all of you. I think Matthew believed it would be the right location for all of you.”

“How?” frowned Kane.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t ask,” said Gaspar. “Our businesses here are many, but Nine, Ghost, Ian, and I run Gray Wolf Security. Cam, Luke, Eric, and Hex run Voodoo Guardians. Razor, Skull, Whiskey, and some of the other boys run Steel Patriots Motorcycles. Callan runs Crescent City Tattoo. We’ve also got a salon and spa, Gwen N’Hana Designs, a diner and café, a dance studio, and a few other things I’m forgetting.”

“Robicheaux Oil and Gas,” smirked Matthew.

“Right. Sorry, Pops.”

“This is incredible,” said Kane. “It’s what we’ve been trying to do for years.”

Pax, Mav, Cam, and the others looked up as Saint walked hand-in-hand with Marilisa. Grinning at him, he just shook his head.

“Did you finally settle your attitude?” asked Eric.

“I did. I’m sorry to everyone for the way I behaved, but mostly sorry to Marilisa. It won’t happen again.”

“Yes, it will,” smirked Ajei. “You’re a man. You’re going to screw up big time.” Saint just laughed.

“Did we find out anything about who might be chasing them and coming after the others?” he asked.

“We were just talking about that,” nodded Luke. “It seems as though whatever the dust was they used with this group and others that didn’t make it, they refined to whatever it is they injected our people with.”

“I wish I could remember,” said Marilisa. “I’m guessing that they drugged us when they did the injections. I don’t remember it at all.”

“Neither do I,” said Katelyn. She looked at Stephanie, who shook her head.

“I’m different. You guys know that,” she whispered.

“You’re not different,” said Brax, looking at her with a strange expression. “You’re unique. There’s a difference.”

“Brax,” she smiled. “By the sheer fact that I’m a clone, I am not unique.” He grinned at her, realizing the poor choice of words, and everyone chuckled.

“You’re a clone?” asked Kane. Stephanie nodded.

“They were trying to clone all of us at one time. Were you the only one?”

“The only one that I know of,” she said. “I overheard them say I was an accident. I didn’t turn out how they thought.”

“That’s because they were trying to make weapons of all of us,” said Griffin. “They didn’t give a shit if we lived or died. Once they found our gifts, they were ready to make us lab experiments.”

Marilisa had a strange look on her face. Her head started to spin, and it seemed the trees were swaying above her.

“Lab,” she said softly. “No labs…”

“Marilisa!”

CHAPTER SEVEN

“Take it easy, honey,” said Cruz, kneeling beside her on the ground. Doc was checking all her vitals while Riley, Gabi, Kennedy, and Adam stood watching.

“Wh-what happened?” she stuttered.

“You fainted,” said Gabi. “Have you ever done that before?”

“Never. It was what he said, or how he said it,” pointing to Griffin. “You said lab experiments.”

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