Elena’s POV.
Night had fallen over the estate, casting long shadows across the master suite. Sitting at the desk, I pulled the small glass vial from my coat pocket and set it down next to the printed note. The luminescent liquid projected a subtle, eerie glow over the paper, making its threat uncomfortably clear.
Watch how quickly they turn on you when the next victim dies.
My heart hammered against my ribs. Somehow, I had managed to keep my mind focused on work during my shift. But when I wasn’t working…
I had spent the entire journey back from my hospital office trying to process what the note meant—and what they planned to do with this new poison. Whoever synthesized it now had access to my purified blood sample, which meant they had likely engineered a strain my blood couldn't coun
