_Author’s POV_
“But you’ve studied biochemistry, right?” Zarelle said, her voice taking on a persuasive tone. “You are the ultimate genius in this field. With you there, Ravere and Ash Firm won’t be able to pull the wool over our eyes.”
Jericho contemplated the idea, his analytical mind weighing the pros and cons.
He tapped his fingers against his thigh, a habit he’d had since childhood when he was thinking.
“Please?” Zarelle pleaded, glancing at him briefly before returning her eyes to the road. “You don’t actually have to do the research part. Just be there to keep an eye on things.”
She knew she was asking a lot. Jericho didn’t do things halfway, if he agreed, he’d throw himself into it completely.
“A month?”
“A month. You can cut it short if you want, or extend i
