Kate's POV
The exam room ran cold enough to raise the hair on my arms.
I pulled the thin paper gown tight and pressed my bare feet to the tile. My fingertips burned anyway. Cold iron and cedar. Damian's scent. A shower, a fitful night of sleep, and a fresh change of clothes inside this private clinic had not lifted it off my skin.
The holographic scanner hummed alive in front of me. A nurse told me to breathe slow and stay still. I nodded, then balled both hands into fists on my knees so I had something to grip.
Pale blue light crawled across my collarbones.
I stared at the ceiling lamp and tried to make my mind blank.
It didn't work.
Every time I closed my eyes, last night closed back in around me. The Voss living room. Surveillance feed open. Ronald, smiling at a strange woman in
