Leo
After my call with Mike, I glare at my phone as if he would pop out of it, and then I close the trunk of my car, which is filled with packets of sky-blue powder.
I call Chloe, and it takes me straight to voice mail. I decide to deal with Mike and keep Willow safe before trying to find Chloe. If they will trade Willow for the limbicus.
‘What is my name?’ Asclepius interrupts my train of thought.
‘You know your name. Why are you asking me?’ I let out a deep sigh because I know where this conversation is heading.
‘You know how creating and selling this makes me feel. You were born to heal, Leo. Not to harm.'
'I know,' I respond to my wolf dismissively as I open the door of my car.
'Haven’t you learned anything out of Marcel’s situation? Do you want to take more lives?’
I gri
