From Surgeon's Hands to Avenging Fire

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d with a detached precision. I instructed the other surgeon, my voice calm and steady, even as my mind reeled from

finally over, I felt a profound weariness settle over me,

im, her tears still flowing freely. My gaze met his, and for a fleeting moment, I saw a flicker o

said, my voice hoarse

ion back to Kiley, murmuring reassuran

ead pounding. I needed to see Fabi

piercing scream cut through the ste

biol

come from the direction of the r

in my chest, a terrible

ajar. I pus

her face streaked with tears. Her hair was disheveled, her

, my voice raw with ter

eaking smile on her lips. "It' s

hand screaming in protest. "

was to

ju

d of pure agony and despair. I rushed to the window, peering dow

ay, Kiley behind him. His eyes widened, a flicke

out, his voice laced with

o intense it threatened to consume me. "You d

s digging in, desperate to squeeze the life out of him. H

at my arms. "Stop it, B

face, the architect of my destruction. All I

creamed, tears streaming down my face. "You took every

m Davis. I fought them, kicking and s

Let me go, yo

all. My body was wracked with sobs, my spiri

ask of cold control. He stared at me, his eyes now devoid of e

ice steady. "Sedate her. And make su

from windows. As if I was

pital closing in on me. I felt the prick of a

essed, merci

fferent. I was in a plush bed, the scent of lavende

s walked in. Brock Cline. The reclusive biotech b

his voice soft, compa

g with unshed tears. "He took

d, his gaze steady. "I know

al hand in his. His touch was gent

e said, his voice low. "A chance to ch

tent thought crystallizing i

voice firm, unwavering.

d. "Any

laced with a cold, unforgiving resolve. "I want to

seemed to gleam with understand

dded, a hint of steel in his voice, "we