Ava I hurriedly pushed through the heavy double doors of the clinic, my boots clicking rapidly against the pristine white tile floors as I hurried down the dimly lit hallway toward the research wing. A sense of urgency propelled me forward, my heart hammering against my ribs. Just minutes ago, I
“My team is already coordinating with the botany department to quarantine that area and begin treatment with distillations of purified moongrass. We should be able to contain and eradicate the growth rather swiftly, before it has a chance to spread.” I let out a breath I didn’t realize I had been
Ava I lingered just outside in the hallway, peering through the cracked door into Chris’s study with a pained expression on my face. He was seated at his large oak desk, his brow furrowed in concentration as he pored over a stack of papers and photographs scattered in front of him. The list. I
“Which is why…” Degas stopped walking, turning to me then, “painful though it may be, we must take every measure to restore order and uphold our obligations to the old ways. No matter how... uncomfortable the personal costs.” I stiffened at his words, a cold knot forming in the pit of my stomach a
Ava Slipping into Chris’s office, I was met with his beaming face from behind his desk. Instantly, I felt my stomach clench. Goddess, he was so handsome. I hated the thought of having to end our relationship so soon when it had barely even had a chance to blossom. “There you are!” he exclaimed,
But still, I couldn’t bring myself to say the words. Not when those green eyes were staring at me, not when those cool hands were gripping mine so tightly. Instead, I simply smiled and sipped my gin and tonic. “I know. I was only teasing you.” Chris seemed to let out a breath that neither of us
Ava Chris’s mouth hung open in surprise, his eyebrows hiking up in response to my request. For a few moments, a tense silence hung between us, filled only with the sound of my own heart pounding in my ears. “A separate room?” he finally blurted out incredulously, placing his hands on his narrow
Ava I tried to hide the mess quickly and haphazardly, but it didn’t matter; it was already too late. Chris had already seen the stained sheets and the look of panic on my face. For several moments, a tense silence hung between us as I stood there, clutching my ball of bloodied sheets with my nig