Jen's gaze never wavered from Decebel's. The whole table sat frozen, waiting for his reaction. Decebel slowly pulled the knife from her hand. He smiled, showing Jen his canines had lengthened. “You're running out of checks, Jennifer.”
“Depends on whose checkbook you're looking at, now doesn't it, Decebel?” Jen matched his cold sarcasm.
Before they could continue their sparring, Dr. Steele walked up to Vasile and asked to speak with him in private. Naturally, everyone at both tables got up and followed them.
They ended up, once again, back in the family waiting area. Jacque was beginning to think that no other families came to this floor because they were the only ones ever using the room.
“Vasile, when I said privately, I meant just you,” Dr. Steele told him.
“I understand, Dr. Steel
