His Nemesis, Her Heartbreak
I turned toward the door, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs.
“Wait.”
I paused at his command, my hand hovering inches from the door handle. I heard his heavy footsteps on the carpet as he walked toward me slowly. He didn't reach for me; instead, he held out a small plastic bag. Inside was a small, amber glass bottle and an envelope thick with my payment.
“Try this for your daughter,” he said, his voice dropping to a low register. “It’s the only thing that’s worked on the test subjects yet. It is a synthetic, modified version of high-grade Alpha pheromones.”