Less than ten minutes passed before a fist hammered against the lab door.
I opened it. Julian stood there, haggard and wrecked.
He had aged years in a matter of hours. His suit was crumpled, his hair was a mess, and his eyes shot through with red. The arrogance that used to cling to him was gone.
A few steps behind him stood Chloe. Her face was ashen, and her makeup was smeared by tears that still streaked down her cheeks. The smugness had been wiped clean off her.
They looked nothing like the polished, untouchable pair they had been just the day before.
Julian's eyes churned with something tangled and desperate when he saw me. He rushed forward and reached for my wrist. I stepped aside, cold and precise, and let his hand close on empty air.
The distance I put between us cut him. He
