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“And the Lieutenant Commander?” the man asks.
Control sits with her hands gripping the chair’s armrests like it’s a throne. “I already told you. The blip got to Winters before I could obtain anything of use.”
“But Miss Winters became close with her, correct?”
Not just Miss Winters. The pit in her chest deepens, nostalgic for the days she once begged to end. She lifts her chin. “Yes.”
“It says her mother was a telepath. Low level, but it begs the question…”
With lips that still taste like Susan’s, she scoffs. “She couldn’t be less like us if she tried.”