ASHES OF HER MERCY
"The lab resequenced your sample with our high resolution protocol. The results are absolute. You are her only survival vector."
"Look at her, Seraphina," Harrison whispered, stepping closer to me. He pointed a long finger toward the glass.
Inside the room, Chloe’s body convulsed slightly, a high pitched alarm screaming from the monitor as two nurses rushed to her bedside, pumping medication directly into her IV line.
"She is nineteen years old," Harrison said into my ear, his breath cold against my skin. "Your blood line ruined her mother's life. Now, your marrow can save hers. Or will you let your hatred for me kill an innocent girl?"