Thorne, slumped against the steering wheel, coughed a laugh. “Told you. No one on this bus has a choice. Not even me. Especially not me.”
Inside, Dr. Aris Thorne was checking the vitals of his last viable asset. A young woman named Kaelen, her head shaved, a mesh of biogel patches glowing faintly on her temples. She wasn't a passenger. She was the cargo. breedbus
“Gladly,” Vess purred.
Thorne’s blood ran cold. “Director Vess. I thought the Ghoul took you.” Thorne, slumped against the steering wheel, coughed a laugh