AIDEN
My eyes twitch in surprise. Did I hear Hermione wrong?
"What?" I blurt out, blinking away the shock.
Hermione scoffs, looking away from me. She braces one hand on her hip, running her fingers through her hair in a gesture of frustration.
"What do you mean by she wants you to commit murder?" I demand, seeking clarity on the situation.
She can't be serious. Ezra wouldn't be that unreasonable to demand such action from her daughter.
Hermione sniffles, brushing her finger beneath the bridge of her nose. "She gave me a patient file yesterday. The patient has a rare genetic disorder that has necessitated a series of surgical treatments and therapy over the years. Based on her medical history and current age, I've surmised that her body might not survive another surgical procedure.
