Chapter 7

The afternoon sun streamed into the clinic. I was carefully bandaging the injured hind leg of an orange tabby cat, my movements gentle and precise.

The child who had brought it—a little girl with pigtails and worried eyes—lay on the nearby examination table, curiously watching my every

Chapter 8

"Since you recognize my writing," I said without turning around, my voice carrying a calm that was more terrifying than any shout, "you should remember exactly who created those formulas you claimed as your own."

I slowly stood, positioning myself between Violet and the vulnerable patie

Chapter 9

It was Cooper, moving with supernatural speed and deadly intent!

He grabbed Violet by the throat and pinned her against the wall with one smooth motion, his grip firm but controlled. She struggled briefly against his hold, then looked at his face and suddenly laughed with cold recogniti