“Natalie, you know you won’t hurt me.”
“It’s a needle. I-I can’t just stab you.”
“Yes, you can,” Reid said flatly.
“Just take it slow, Natalie,” Grady encouraged me. “Right now, there’s still time.”
My hands were trembling. Reid had explained what exactly I needed to do three times, and he actively talked me through my first attempt. But I was very far out of my element—I wasn’t used to this level of precision.
I exhaled heavily, and I set the needle down on the table. A mixture of frustration, determination, and nervousness swirled wildly within me, like a storm. I grabbed his arm and pulled him closer, as I ran my fingers over his skin.
“I don’t even see anything. What am I aiming for?”
“From a medical standpoint, unfortunately, I’ve been dead for a very long time.”
I turned hi
