What do you mean the supermice were stolen by a supervillain? Please tell me you’re joking. Because if so, this isn’t funny.”
Dean gulped. He scratched the back of his neck, finding it hard to meet the judgmental eyes glaring down at him, and said, “I-It happened exactly how I said it did, Dr. Wesley. I did my best, but Hybrid defeated me before I could stop him.”
Dean glanced at the woman sitting across the conference room table from him, hoping—against all reason and evidence so far—that she might be willing to stop acting like he had willfully participated in a crime.
As was to be logically expected, Dean saw only judgment in the brown eyes of the woman. Although the thirty-three-year-old woman who glared at Dean might have been shorter than him, Dr. Veronica Wesley, the lab veterin
