FIVE
Ava wants you in the office first thing in the morning. Prepare for surgery!
Grey’s text message was just the kind of distraction she needed from the vision of Matt slurping blood from her kitchen floor.
Spirits high, Sage wasted no time leaving the house, and even enjoyed the two-hour bus ride downtown. If all went well, she’d be free, and never have to see that stupid seed ever again.
Grey met her at the elevator, his brow furrowed with worry. “You okay?”
“Like I could take on the world,” she chirped. Nothing was going to ruin her good mood. “Where are we headed? Infirmary?”
“No.” He glanced over his shoulder cautiously and lowered his voice. “Ava needs to see you in her office.”
“Okay,” Sage replied suspiciously. “You did say surgery, right?”
“Something like that.”
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