CHAPTER 43 – THE EXTERMINATION
LAYLA’S POV
The photographs from Megan’s office are still burning a hole in my phone when Thea calls me into the clinic the next morning and burns the rest of me down.
Door closed. Blinds drawn. The same configuration as every bad-news visit. But Thea’s face is different this time – not the grumpy-aunt concern from the wolfsbane reveal or the careful professionalism of the prenatal appointments. Something colder. More clinical.
Thea is scared. And Thea doesn’t scare easily.
“Sit down.”
I sit. She doesn’t slide a folder this time. She turns the screen toward me – bloodwork results, but not mine.
“I ran tests on your father’s blood.”
My stomach drops. “You what?”
“Quietly. On my own initiative. I used the same markers I flagged in your panel – the same
