Arrin released Tracine’s wrist and shoved her arm away. “Bring me the reader.”

Tracine raced to her bedroom, her bare feet thumping on the floor. She returned with the reader a moment later, panting, and trembling from both exertion and fear. Arrin snatched the reader from her hand and accessed the article. Because of his photographic memory one quick glance was enough for him to learn the real reason for his lovemaking with Aluna. She’d wanted his child not for the usual reasons, but to discover if clone enhancements were inherited by their children. She’d aborted the child, a boy, at twenty week’s gestation, and she and her fellow scientists had dissected and examined him. They’d learned, in this case at least, none of the enhancements were passed on. Although the evidenc...

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