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One hundred and eighteen

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Watching Nadia argue twisted something in my chest. She fought for Evangeline without hesitation. She had never looked at me with that kind of certainty. With me there was always calculation, desire when she felt reckless, as if I were nothing more than an itch she scratched when patience ran out.

Nadia loved with a ferocity that left no doubt. I saw it in the way she protected Cameron and in the panic that took hold whenever Evangeline collapsed. It forced me to admit something ugly.

I had bee
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  • TEMPORARY MATES, PERMANENT CRAVINGS    One hundred and thirty nine

    The heavy curtains in the clinic room shut out the morning sun. The space stayed a dull gray.I opened my eyes. A throb started at the base of my skull. It was a tugging feeling that made the corners of the ceiling move. I pushed my palms against the mattress and forced my body up.Damn it.I sat in the chair and let my head fall back. The pressure stayed. Every breath felt slow. My vision lagged every time I moved my eyes.I looked at the monitor on the wall. The green line of Evangeline's heart rate moved across the screen. I had never felt this clumsy before. My muscles felt heavy. I thought the small chair I slept in for three days had finally caused this.Evangeline had held my hand tight the night before. Her voice shook as she asked me to stay. She said the silence of the clinic scared her. I stayed to keep her calm. Now, I fought a sick feeling in my stomach while the floor seemed to tilt.I stood up. I held the wall to walk to the bathroom. The tiles felt slanted. I turned the

  • TEMPORARY MATES, PERMANENT CRAVINGS    One hundred and thirty eight

    Lisa POVThe discharge papers felt heavy in my hand. I smoothed the wrinkled sheets against my thigh, desperate to leave the smell of bleach and sickness behind. My mom was already packing my small overnight bag.The door pushed open with a sharp click. A man in a white coat stepped inside, but he didn't have the heavy tread of the senior consultant. He moved with a light bounce in his step, his stethoscope swinging against his chest. Dr. Harry. He looked young, his skin clear and his dark brown hair cropped close in a style that felt too trendy for a high-risk ward. He spoke with a rapid-fire clip, clicking a silver pen incessantly.“I’ll be taking over your case now that you’re being discharged,” he said, pulling a rolling stool toward the bed. “We’ll keep everything tight from here. No loose ends.”I stared at him, my fingers tightening on the guardrail of the bed. He looked like he hadn't yet seen the kind of emergencies that broke a person. I looked toward the door, half-expect

  • TEMPORARY MATES, PERMANENT CRAVINGS    One hundred and thirty seven

    Franklin POVI let out a short laugh at the idea. “Then why wasn't Lisa attacked months ago? Evangeline's sickness started years back. The 'no trace, no source' pattern doesn’t happen on its own in two different women.”“You’re still convinced it’s her,” she said.“I’m saying it’s an attack,” I said. “And I need to know what I’m missing. That woman who came to see her last month, the one with the wooden calabash. Where is it? I haven't seen it in any of these rooms.”“I don’t know where it is. And you should try to keep your options open instead of focusing on one person. If Cameron hears you’re tossing her room, he won’t take it well. He already thinks you’re the one poisoning Lisa’s mind with fear.”“I’m not feeding anyone anything,” I said. I paused as the light caught a white bandage on her left hand. I looked at her again, focusing on the oversized glasses. “Why are you wearing those inside, Nadia? The sun went down an hour ago.”She turned her face away toward the stairs. “It’s n

  • TEMPORARY MATES, PERMANENT CRAVINGS    One hundred and thirty six

    Franklin POVThe shipment report was forty minutes late. The last file had arrived with corrupted cells and incomplete columns, so I left the window open on my monitor while I waited for the logistics team to send the corrected version. Cameron expected the final tally by the end of the day. If I missed the deadline, he would assume I was too distracted by the investigation into whoever poisoned Lisa. My coffee had gone cold, forming a thin film on the surface. I drank it anyway, the bitter liquid coating my tongue, and took a bite of a sponge cake someone had left on the corner of my desk. The dry sugar hit the back of my throat the wrong way, triggering a cough. I spit the half-chewed mouthful into a paper napkin and threw it in the bin.The updated file finally pinged in my inbo. While I finished typing the last row of numbers, my phone screen glowed with a hospital notification. I read the preview on the lock screen before completing the sentence I was writing. I saved the docume

  • TEMPORARY MATES, PERMANENT CRAVINGS    One hundred and thirty five

    Lisa POV Franklin was standing near the window when we returned. He looked out at the parking lot, his jaw tight.I settled back into the hospital bed. My mom pulled the heavy blue blanket over my legs and tucked the edges in.“How did it go?” Franklin asked, turning toward us.“They said it looks okay,” I replied. “The doctor has to review it.”“That is the standard line,” Franklin muttered.My mom stepped between us. “She is improving, Franklin. Her color is back. That is what matters right now.”Franklin’s phone rang. He stepped toward the corner of the room, but the space was too small to hide his voice.“Run the blood samples again,” he said into the phone. “I don't care if the lab says they are clean. The reaction was real. It doesn't just vanish.”He listened for a moment, his brow deepening.“No. Do not wrap up the investigation. Keep the nurse's files open. Check her bank records again.”He ended the call and stood still for a second before looking at me.“So?” I asked.“The

  • TEMPORARY MATES, PERMANENT CRAVINGS    One hundred and thirty four

    Lisa POVI kept my eyes fixed on the plastic-domed food tray. The meal consisted of a scoop of gray mashed potatoes and a piece of boiled chicken that looked like wet cardboard. A printed label with my name and room number was taped to the side. I picked up the plastic fork and poked at the chicken, watching the clear juice pool in the corner of the tray.My mom let out a small, dry laugh from her chair.“So now the hospital kitchen is part of the plot too?” she asked.“I don't know,” I said, dropping the fork. It hit the tray with a dull thud. “Right now, anything feels possible. I don't trust the air in here.”She shook her head and leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “That is not a normal way to live, Lisa. You are in a high-security ward. This place is literally designed to keep you alive.”“And yet, I still ended up with a needle in my arm and toxins in my blood,” I countered. I looked at the dark window. The rain had stopped, leaving only distorted reflections of the

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