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people would be doomed. They would never know how they came to be.
    His fists clenched at his side. The decision was already made. It had been made the moment he came back with them. Rem knew what he had to do and everything that might require.
    He stepped out into view of the Council and ignored Magnus. If he looked back now, it would only hurt the man, and he’d already seen his share of hurt.
    “To what do we owe the honor?” Rem said, plastering his smile on, and made his way down to the group.
    Nero caught his eyes and gave him a harsh smile.
    “The Council came to see my beloved brother,” Romulus said, his smile matching that of his second-in-command.
    “Oh?” Rem said and raised a brow. “Surely they came to see what an effective leader they have invested in.”
    The smile on Romulus’s face slid a degree or two at the slight, but he quickly recovered.
    “I think they’d rather see their prodigal child and all the things he can do.”
    Rem stared hard at the man he’d grown up with. They had not been so different as children. Tested, prodded, and manipulated. Every adult around them had used them for their own purposes. And yet it still came to this.
    He should have known. From the start, they had been forced to fight one another. They’d been compared, and whatever the other lacked, it was made known to them both.
    This had been what the Horatius Group wanted. To see how far they could push them before either of them cracked. Unfortunately, Romulus hadn’t been as strong as him.
    Or maybe it was fortunate for him. Rem couldn’t really say. Romulus might have cracked, but his torture had ended, whereas for himself, it was a never ending battle. The battle for his sanity. The battle of control. He’d be damned if he’d give that up to the Horatius Group. If they knew his true nature, they would weaponize him, and his chances of ever escaping would come to an end.
    They would lock him away until he was needed.
    It was no life.
    But then, neither was the one he was currently living.
    “I would think they had all the information needed from me,” Rem said, smiling at the robed seven. “I’m just a lowly hybrid with little talent.”
    The portly Council member stared at him with open interest. It chilled him.
    All the times of being tested, never once had the Council shown themselves. Sure, they had been there, hidden behind two-way glass, likely laughing at him, but they never actually talked to him.
    His jaw clenched involuntarily, and he tried to maintain the cool he had worked so hard for. At this moment, he was finding it more difficult than ever. All he had to do was get his hands on these bastards, and it would stop. At least for a bit.
    Rem’s hands shook as he forced them out of the fists he had made. It wouldn’t matter. If he took out this Council, there were always more to take their place. Making sure the Group was taken down would take more than killing the seven in front of him.
    No, he’d have to set a fire from within and watch as it spread to all who had a hand in this. Hell would have nothing on his vengeance. He would make sure of that.
    “Does he have the marking like the others?” said one of the Council, the voice feminine, but her face hidden.
    “Try picking up a file, Agatha,” the portly Council member said, his voice a nasally whine as he frowned at the woman. “He’s not like them.”
    The woman seemed flustered and turned around. Several of the other members attended to the wounded pride of the woman. Whatever her place, it was such that they felt the need to coddle her, a sure sign of some power.
    Rem stared at the squat man. He was middle age, with a round belly, thin wire glasses and receding hairline that had long since turned gray. From the look of it, he seemed to know his stuff.
    “And what exactly am I like?” Rem challenged the man.
    For a moment, he seemed almost stunned that Rem would address him directly. It was clear that there was a firm line between