I looked left and then right. What should I do?
Then I found myself running after her.
“Tabitha,” I roared out.
After taking another few strides she turned and faced me.
“What’s going on? Why were they about to tear me apart?”
She looked at the ground. And then spoke in a low voice.
“You have his complexion. The others only realized when you washed. I was going to tell you but it never seemed like the right time.”
“What?”
“Who do I look like?”
“Mark Ahern.”
My heart shuddered and every part of my body felt sick. It was the worst thing she could have said. He resembled the ultimate monster.
Still, it made sense. He had heard about the seed worlds of Mark Ahern, and there was always a chance that his habitat could have been one of them. He was a man obsessed not only with his own power and wealth but also with spreading his DNA throughout the cosmos. it was now a fact.
“And you love me?”
“Yes, you may resemble him but that’s where it ends. You are a kind and courageous man. You, sir, are nothing like him “
With that, we went back to tending to the injured who were already adjusted to my cleaner look.
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