CLAUDE
I took a step back, my fingers curling into a fist as I walked over to my desk. I opened the drawer, pulling out the spare bottle I always kept with me. Without a word, I threw it at him. He caught it easily, and for a few heartbeats, neither of us moved.
"That should last a month," I said, my voice rougher than I wanted. "Just tell me when, and I'll send it to your pack."
He didn't look at me as he shoved the bottle into his suit jacket. "This much is enough," he said, his voice harder now. "I just needed a sample to make a stronger one."
I couldn't stop the doubt that twisted in my gut. I couldn't help but wonder if I was making a mistake, if I was doing something I'd regret later, but I shoved the feeling down.
He turned to leave, but then paused, turning back to
