Alpha Ethan
He takes a sample of John’s blood and holds it up to the torch flickering on the wall.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Identifying the strain.”
Ethan’s gaze seeks mine. I can see he is lost, floating away, and looking for something to hold onto. Even though we barely know each other, he wants it to be me.
I know that feeling. I felt like I was drowning when my mother was dying. I wanted to grab onto someone, anyone—my father, my brother, the ladies-in-waiting—so that my head would remain above the water. Only, they always remained out of reach.
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