Invidian's POV
"If we're going to trap her soul in the Veil you need to keep her still," the CEO hisses.
"Then why don't you help me?"
"And get blood on my new suit? Get bent."
I roll my eyes, applying pressure to the knife I have in Alexa's chest, trying to keep pinned against her hospital bed. She spits in my face and thrashes around. I wince as she spits her acid blood at my face. She rakes her nails into my arms, pulling down. I hiss, trying to ignore the pain. I don't blame her. It is a pretty bitchy move to come at her while she is still recovering from her burns. Or how I blackmailed the doctor who kept his mouth shut about the Henley incident to crush sleeping pills into her food. I don't have the time or the patience to care.
She was asleep when I disabled the cameras from th
