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Despite the oddity, something deep down told her that she would have died in her sleep if the woman wanted to kill her. “Don’t worry. Focus on getting better. There would be plenty of time to do that.” Ejima rubbed her nose again as she watched the woman. She was picking the content in her mortar into a small leaf, and the fishy smell gave Ejima a bad breath. “What is that thing?”

The one who haunted him. The woman who had once plotted his demise now carried his child. I had no words for the irony of that, nor did I want to try and define it. Some things were better felt than explained. The door creaked slightly, and I turned my head to see Ryu leaning against the frame, a lopsided grin stretching across his face. His hair was still damp from his shower, and water droplets clung to his collarbone. He looked like trouble and safety wrapped in one perfect contradiction.

It was hiding well in front of him but he had even checked the scar and it was slightly swollen. There were no abnormalities in the results after doing a full study, just an unusual spike in her pheromones, but nothing else. Zacarias wasn't stupid, he hadn't spent so many years specializing for fun. He was concerned about her situation, for the moment he would observe her during her stay in Hawaii.

Hayashi opened the email, moving slowly like an older person using a smartphone. Kenji’s hand itched to grab the phone and open it for him, but he held his breath to suppress the urge. The slowness was forgiveable, though, as Hayashi’s smile gradually spread. With that smile, Kenji could feel warmth returning to his own body. That smile gave him hope. “Benign. The tumor is benign. But…” Kenji was a second away from hugging Hayashi, but that “but” drained the life out of him once again.