Evangeline bolted upright, her breath caught in her throat, sweat slicking her skin despite the chilled air, the dream clinging to her like smoke.Her hand went instinctively to her wrist, the place where, in the dream, teeth had broken flesh. The scar was still there, faint and crescent-shaped, hiding beneath layers of time and denial.It's been five years, but it still felt like yesterday.She blinked away the haze and took in her surroundings. In the dim, sterile lighting, all that surrounded her in her cluttered office, smelling of disinfectant and old paper, were papers and filling cabinets. She leaned back on her stiff leather chair as she recovered her equilibrium. She must have fallen asleep at her desk again, surgical charts spread out around her like a paper nest.Her hair, a long, dark cascade of waves now, fell into her face, and she brushed it back, groaning softly. It had grown unruly since she stopped trying to control it, a silky storm of ink that tumbled down past her
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