I wrap my arm around the solidity of Kodiak’s body. Clone or not, he’s unmistakably real. He jerks involuntarily, then wraps his arms around me, too. Like he needed the proof of me as much as I needed the proof of him. He strokes my hair, rests his cheek against the top of my head as he embraces me. “I’m glad you’re feeling better,” he says. “Now let’s go take control of our destinies.”
