Lyon and his anger leaving the room lifted the crushing pressure weighing down on Samara and allowed her to breathe again. The gray on the edges of her vision receded and the world came back into focus. Blinking, she felt her heart rate drop down a notch. Apprehension still swirled through her veins as Cael dropped the used anesthetic shot into a biohazard bag, but didn’t seal it.
Wetting her lips, Samara plucked up the courage to speak. “What are you going to do?”
Far from the smiling, joking woman of earlier, Cael’s expression was blank and shuttered. As forbidding as the grim reaper himself. She shivered as the woman picked up Lyon’s discarded blade and fixed her with a steely look.
“I’m going to assume you’re intelligent enough to realize that this implant isn’t the contraceptive on
