Free The Unveiling by Shyla Colt

asked.
    "With the help of her, Dr. Ivy Guerin, she’s the top geneticist in her field, one of the pioneers of alien D.N.A. She’s accepted among their circles, as well as our own. I believe between her and the Shar we can bridge the gap in our research, and get this son of a bitch before he does any more damage. Maybe even help the people he's already altered. Those poor souls should weigh heavily on my mind." No one spoke for a moment. By right she should've been taken off the case, as it was a major conflict of interests.  They all knew it. Yet, who else could act as liaison between the royals and the P.I.U? Removing her right now would be suicide to the case, and it was too important to let that happen.
    "What do you need us to do?" Miller asked. Zasha grinned. I can always count on my team to have my back.
     
     

Chapter Eleven
     
    Bastien gave up on sleep around nine. He couldn’t get the thought of Rivka and all the pain she must've experienced because of his decision to undergo The Purge. Back then he'd been young and self-centered. He'd never once thought about the person out there waiting for him. How do you fix that? He was already emotional dysfunctional. He'd sacrificed his chances at a normal life for the greater good and received this? Why? What could he have done to make his energy so bad? His people were huge believers in energy; if you sent good out it came back, same with bad. So what the hell happened to him?
    The world around him seemed duller, his mood lagged, and guilt dogged his every step. How could one person bring him to his knees? He dressed in a pair of black jeans, a Metallica t-shirt, black Converse, and headed down the hall to talk to Mars. He was the only one who knew he'd entered The Wanting. Phelan had enough to deal with. He wouldn’t ruin this moment.  He knocked on the door. Strange, coming to baby brother like this . The door swung open to reveal Mars still clad in a pair of flannel pajamas and a gray t-shirt.
    "Oh, you do not look well at all. This isn't the look I was expecting you to be wearing this morning," Mars said. He stepped back and waved him in.
    "Yeah, me either," Bastien said. He sank down into the brown suede couch on the other side of the room where Fringe was playing on the big screen television. Mars sat across from him in a Lazy Boy made of the same material.
    "Tell Dr. Mars what happened," he said.
    "Ass," he said with a snort.
    Mars laughed.
    "Hey, made you smile, didn't it? What's going on, bro? You look like someone ran over your vernth." He shook his head at the mention of the Shar version of a dog.
    "She hates my guts."
    "How is that possible? You've probably never spent more than fifteen minutes alone with her ever."
    "She's furious about The Purge, and you know what? She has a right to be. Last night I experienced a sliver of what she's felt over the years—it was horrible, Marsden, a yawning pit of loneliness and sadness with no foreseeable end. I did that to her! How do you make up for something like that?"  Mars shook his head.
    "You had your eyes on a different kind of prize back then, but I know you. You get the job done, and this will be no different.  You're good at strategy. This time you have to use a different set of tools."
    "Mars, how the hell did you get so smart?"
    "I don't know about smart, in tune with my emotions, yes. There was too much testosterone, and be a man mentality up on Tagget. Once you remove all that, you're just left with who you truly are at your core. I used to be upset with Mom and Dad for sending me here, but after talking to them I understand it. They knew our planet had started to fail and we were going to have to relocate to Earth. Sending me here was their way of easing the path for you guys. Whether you realize it or not, I'm always the go to for Earth-related things, and though I can't be sure, I think I was more suited for life here. Maybe because I was so young."
    He looked at his brother with new eyes. He'd