Chapter 50

The door to the laboratory didn’t just open; it recoiled against the stone wall of the farmhouse basement as eighteen-year-old Jake Miller kicked it off the latch. He marched into the room completely naked, his skin pale against the dim, flickering light of the workshop. In his hands, he held a small, white rabbit plushie with oversized ears and a pair of glass eyes that caught the light. "Look at this masterpiece," Jake announced, holding the toy aloft like a trophy. Dr. Aris Thorne...