The Judas Contact (Boomers book 1)
“His mother’s voice slipped into his dreams and dragged him away from the only escape he was allowed. “Garrett, you have to wake up.”
Peeling open his eyelids, he grunted and stared up into the gaunt, beautiful face of the woman who shared his green eyes. “I was dreaming.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” She kept her voice low, the husky whisper barely audible through the plexi-steel separating their cells. Fingers pressed to the glass, she waited expectantly. He dragged himself upright and mirrored the pose, fingers spread. Over the years, his hands had grown until they went from being tiny to greater in length and width than hers, despite his being so young. “But it’s important.”
He shook off the dregs of sleep and stole a look around the laboratory cells they lived in. The exterior rooms were dark. Machinery beeped, monitoring their vitals, always taking their readings, and recording them for the scientists who were likely in their own homes and beds, sleeping free of observation.
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