Evelyn’s POV
The days that followed my encounter with Kane were more painful than I was anticipating. Both mentally and physically.
After I had spoken to Kane regarding the strange activity in the restricted section of the medical ward, he and I had gone back to not speaking to each other.
It was as though he and I had entered into a silent war.
He went about his own business in his office, while I continued my work down in the lab. We’d catch a glimpse of each other only during meals, but a word is never spoken.
The nights were the hardest. I still refused to share a bed with the man, much less a room, but lying there in my makeshift bed in the lab was not the solution to our problems.
I think Kane and I both knew that the two of us really needed to sit down and attempt to have a
