Toys

Chapter 95

“So,” I said as we finally parted lips. “You’re a lover, not a fighter. And you sure have some explaining to do.”

“One of two possibilities, Hays-you decide. Either a clone blew up at the Agency, or I’m a clone. Which is it? Quickly now.”

I had to smile. “I just kissed the real Lucy. I’m sure of it.”

“Good guess, but I’m a fighter, Hays. And you shouldn’t be here in the slums. Not unless you want to die for the cause. Which is what I plan to do. For real this time.”

“Maybe I do,” I told her. “What’s going on with the resistance? What have you found out about 7–4?”

“You’re the one married to Dr. Mengele,” Lucy snapped. “What did you find out?”

My ears perked up. The distant scream of police cars was stirring the night air, and reality came flooding back for both of us. The clock was on for the destruction of humankind, and we still didn’t know what the Elites had planned. Neither of us did.

“I didn’t find out anything useful, and I don’t see how I can now-I’m on the run myself,” I said. “Let’s say-Lizbeth and I are separated. For good.”

Lucy’s eyes went soft, then suddenly fierce. “We have a last chance. Here’s what we need you to do. Please, Hays. Don’t fight me on this. You won’t like it one bit.”

In a few taut phrases, Lucy told me her plan. Her gaze never wavered. Neither did mine-although I was chilled to the core by what she was asking me to do.

“Ruthless, remember?” she said. “This is life or death-for an entire civilization.”

“I know that. It’s also betrayal-of the worst kind I could imagine,” I said, and nodded grimly. “I’ll do what you ask though.”

“Good-bye, Hays,” Lucy said. “I’m sorry I didn’t meet you sooner.” Then she kissed me again-not a clone kiss this time either. Finally, she jumped on her bike and sped away.