Amy’s POV “What do you want, Blaylock? Tell us,” I dared, not altogether surprised to find I was shaking. “You can’t begin to imagine.” The tinny voice didn’t lessen the impact of his words much. “World domination?” I rolled my eyes. Francis had been watching too much TV. “Lycans only,” came the cryptic reply. “He wants to rid the universe of everyone save his kind.” Jarvis, at least, had a grasp of the situation. “Execute him,” I said, not bothering to conceal my contempt. “How?” Worryingly, the query came from our resident scientist. “Destroy the clone,” Beta Francis suggested. Both Jarvis and I protested. I couldn’t have said why, given my earlier sentiments. But I had a ready excuse. “Blaylock will only find another host,” I said. “Maybe my spirit guide can help.” Expecting to have to explain how it worked with Anastasia, it seemed Francis recalled her unannounced visit. “Blind Stacey.” I was close to reprimanding him for his familiarity when he added, “I liked her.
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