Flashback ( PDFDrive )

stopped right behind them, peering over their shoulders and trying to
figure out why the cubby they were staring at had captured their
attention.
It was a little different than the others—filled with a thicker, darker
orange goo that didn’t have any glowing bubbles mixed in to
illuminate it. And instead of a milky membrane, the cubby was sealed
by a sheet of smooth glass.
Sophie squinted and squinted and squinted, and she was one step
away from admitting that she had no idea what she was looking at.
And then . . . the shadows parted and she spotted a face—and not
one of the monstrous newborn beasts she’d been expecting.
That might’ve been easier than looking at the still, floating form of
Alvar.
His eyes were closed, his expression so calm that he almost looked
like he was sleeping.
But no one could sleep in thick orange goo—at least not for long.
“I wasn’t planning to kill him this time,” Fitz whispered, making
Sophie jump. “I was just trying to trap him, so he couldn’t get away or
let out any more newborns. And Biana had shoved him into that
cubby, so I started hitting buttons on the panel to see if there was a
way to lock him in and . . . next thing I knew, the glass lowered and
the goop started pouring in and . . .”
Biana shuddered.
Fitz swallowed hard, blinking several times before he turned to
Sophie, his eyes absolutely unreadable. “Is it wrong that I’m not
sorry?”
Sophie needed a second before she could answer. “No. Not after
what he did. And . . . he had lots of chances.”