Evelyn’s POV
“It’s not ready,” I said tensely.
“Evelyn.”
“It’s not ready,” I repeated mindlessly.
“Evelyn.”
Another week had passed since Kane had demanded I shift my workload. I was willing to admit that I felt tremendously better, and was able to gear a majority of my focus solely to the real task at hand.
The first trial of creating the serum that would help draw out the poison in the feral rogues was complete. However, even as I finished bottling up my work, I couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sensation of worry.
What if it didn’t work? What if it made things significantly worse? What if it ended up causing more damage than good?
By the time Kane came down to the lab to collect me and the trial serum, I thought I was at the very edge of having a panic attack. He rushe
