CHAPTER 71AMAYA
“I but there’s simmering saw her,” Tomas said suddenly.
Everyone stilled.
“What?” I whispered.
“The person ou think died,” he said, his voice low. “The one you saw… that wasn’t me.”
“You’re lying,” Alvaro said instantly.
“I’m not,” Tomas replied. “Voss grew replacements. Copies. Imperfect ones. Disposable. He needed bodies to burn when things...