Avery froze.
The thought that someone was playing a joke on her!
Even if she was the most incredible doctor in the world, she could not bring the dead back to life!
"Miss Tate, this is my dearest daughter. She's the most beautiful woman in the world," David said as he leaned closer to Avery. His voice tittered across her skin carrying insanity and disdain in its wake. "Can you cure her? If you can, then I'm willing to give you anything you want!"
Avery shoved him aside and snapped, "You're insane! How am I supposed to cure her when she is dead?! I can only treat people who are alive. Not once have I said that my skills are good enough that I can raise the dead!"
"Someone told me that you're James Hough's last student and that your skills have surpassed his! So, why can't you cure the dead?! How would you know if you don't try?" David grabbed Avery's arm in a tight grip. "Where do you think you are going, Miss Tate? This is your home now."
Avery felt like she had fallen into an
