DNA
DNA

“How fucking dare you!” Amaia was shaking, her hands balled so tight that her nails threatened to draw blood.

Real blood.

Her gaze, brows set, jaw clenched, would have withered D. A. Samarotto if her left eye wasn’t swollen shut.

“I’m sorry. There’s nothing I can do. There isn’t any precedence for this.”

“Of course there isn’t, but that’s no excuse!” Her voice cracked, startling her with unfamiliar pain.

“Look, its grand larceny, and malicious mischief, or they walk. What do you want to do?”

Amaia understood why curses existed. She had known about them, but had never been able to fathom why one human would want to do that to another. She snatched her clutch and stormed out.

Assistant District Attorney Pearson cleared his throat. “You could have handled that better.”

“Not in an election year. Besides, it’s her own fault. An A.I. constructing its own DNA body? She should have known something like this would happen. She’s just lucky it was Humans First and not some Dr. Moreau-freak.”

Pearson frowned. “I’m surprised to hear you, of all people, say that Juliette.”

“Don’t compare me to her.”

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