Rowena
A soft sigh escaped my lips as I focused the microscope lens. Carefully arranged on the glass slide were thin smears of the warrior’s infected blood sample—the very sample I had secretly obtained right before…
Well, everything.
My jaw clenched, and I couldn’t keep myself from thinking about Eric’s pale, motionless form being hauled into that white van like a sack of bad potatoes. I squeezed my eyes shut against the memory, forcing myself to take a slow, steadying breath.
He was still in there, I reminded myself firmly. Still fighting, still Eric. I just had to find a way to cure him of this virus before it consumed him completely.
With renewed determination, I refocused my attention on the microscope, adjusting the knobs to increase the magnification. The warrior’s blood stared
