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.