“Popcorn, anyone?” a familiar voice reverberates through the chamber, and I instantly know who it is. I spin to see Gravelle standing across the space from us, leaning on his cane, looking exactly as he did in his holo-call. “It’s nice to see you’re all enjoying the entertainment. I regret not setting up chairs. Guards! Grab our guests some seating. And sustenance. I’m sure you’re all starving.”

“Let’s not pretend we’re here for a friendly visit,” Levi addresses his guardian. “You’ve replaced every single DNA parent and original. Congratulations. Now where are they?”

“You never were patient, Levi. Even as a little boy,” Gravelle muses.

I stare at Gravelle, never feeling more furious in my life. He’s going to draw this out as long as possible. Torture us.

The guards set up chairs for us to sit on in front of that giant screen, and my stomach churns as I imagine what he has in store for us for the rest of the day. Maybe even the rest of our lives. Watching this reprehensible footage, indefinitely. We don’t sit. It’s the last thing we want to do.

“It’s fascinating to see so many Darkwood legacies out in the world, enjoying all the benefits of a top-notch education,” Gravelle continues. “Most of these folks were my classmates, and I couldn’t be happier for them. Experiencing the kind of success some people only dream about.”

“You sick bastard!” I shout. “These are clones. Not your classmates!”

“Can you prove it?” Gravelle asks, a smile creeping over his scarred face.

“Of course I can,” I snap. “That’s not my father up there on that screen, and you know it. He has a time stamp on his wrist.”

Gravelle laughs. “Ah, but no one knows about that, do they?”

Maude reaches out and grabs my arm, presumably to keep me from doing something I’ll regret. I take a deep breath, reminding myself to save my strength—and anger—for later. This is Gravelle’s warm-up act. I have to pace myself. Still, there is something I can do, and Gravelle won’t even know about it. I can try to read his mind. Find out where Ollie and my dad and the others are.

I focus as hard as I can on Gravelle, sending all my fury and desperation at him, tuning out everyone and everything else around me.

But even though I’m concentrating as hard as I possibly can, I get nothing. I hear nothing. It doesn’t work.

“Of course you’d try to read my mind, Eden. I would expect nothing less from you.”

I’m startled out of my thoughts to see Gravelle staring me down. He looks almost…amused.