Flashback ( PDFDrive )

“Let’s see, shall we?” Grizel handed her another star, and this time
Sophie pictured the jagged pieces of glass she’d seen jutting from
Biana’s skin after they’d found her passed out in a pool of her own
blood.
Biana had risked everything to save her friends. And Vespera had
sounded almost gleeful when she’d told Sophie: I made sure their
Vanisher will never be the same.
SHHHHHHICK!
The star stuck right beside the other, embedding deep into the
splintered wood.
“Perfect!” Grizel shouted. “You’re a natural!”
Sophie smiled. But the words kept crashing around her mind,
sharpening every time they hit. And when her next two throws struck
the same mark—without her even trying—she realized why the idea
felt so prickly.
There’d been a moment in Nightfall when Vespera had told
Sophie’s friends: I suspect the moonlark could tear these halls down stone
by stone if she truly unleashed herself.
She’d been taunting Sophie at the time—trying to make her lose her
temper—and Sophie had refused to give in. But . . .
Could Grizel and Vespera both be right?
Sophie already knew she was part of a genetic experiment.
And she’d been raised in the much more violent world of humans.
And now she seemed to have a talent for lethal throws.
Could all of that be connected—and if it was, did that mean . . .
Had Project Moonlark made her a natural killer?