"Let's go," Frankenstein said.
Iyisha did not move.
Victor slammed into the glass again. His hands dragged down the surface, leaving fresh blood over the old smear.
Iyisha forced herself to look away. "I need to see my sister."
Frankenstein stopped. He looked at her for a long moment, then nodded like he was considering it.
"Okay," he said. "Follow me."
Her breath shook out of her.
Cena.
She was going to see Cena.
Iyisha followed him down another corridor. The soldiers stayed behind her. Her pulse kept climbing with every door they passed. She expected another cell. Another glass chamber. Something large enough to hold what Cena had become.
Frankenstein opened a white door and stepped inside.
Iyisha stopped at the entrance.
Shelves filled the room from wall to wall. Vials. Sealed bottles. Labeled boxes. Cold storage drawers with blinking lights. The air smelled sterile and too cold.
Her chest tightened. "Where is she?"
