He isn’t paying much attention to the television until the warm body curled up in his arms suddenly shudders. The head resting on his shoulder straightens. Fingers and nails dig painfully into his arm.

Remy watches with her.

"Twenty-eight cases have been reported of mutations returning to those who were Cured."

His world stops cold.

He grips her hard, his angel, his Rogue, clutching her to him before she can run. She trembles and shudders with the shock.

"Remy," she whispers.

He hushes her, holds her close. With one hand, he fumbles for the remote and turns off the news.