Adrian's POV
The results arrived at 6:47 AM.
I was awake.
I had been awake since four, sitting in the chair beside Noah's bed in the specific quality of pre-dawn hospital quiet that existed between the last late night check and the first morning round, when the building settled into something that was not quite sleep but was as close as a place full of people in difficult circumstances could get.
Amara was asleep in her chair.
Noah was asleep in his bed.
The monitors beeped their steady reassurance.
I sat with the malachite in my hand and my phone face down on my knee and waited for the morning.
At six forty seven the phone buzzed.
I looked at the notification.
The encrypted email from the private lab in Rittenhouse Square.
I sat with it for a moment.
The unreceived email sitti
