I arrived in London one month before Michael was due.
Outside the European Healing College, I was about to ask for directions when I spotted a familiar face.
Alexander Blake, years younger than I remembered.
He faced a tall, slender she–wolf in healer’s robes, her silver pendant marking her as a top student.
“That’s my formula,” she snapped. “Who gave you permission to negotiate pack alliances with my research?”
Blake forced a smile: “What’s yours is mine, Katherine. We developed it together.”
“The theory was mine. The experiments were mine. You just recorded data as my assistant. What makes you think you can sell my
work?”
Katherine Wells stood her ground.
Blake’s friendly mask slipped:
“Don’t push me, Katherine!”
“We’re graduating soon. I’m thinking of our future! What good is the formula locked away? We need a strong pack’s resources to
develop it properly.”
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say
this one last time.” Her eyes flashed gold, “This. Is. My. Work”
She stared him down coldly.
“The formula is mine. You don’t even know the critical binding agent. You really think you can develop it? Not while I breathe.”
“And we’re done. You mean nothing to me now.”
She turned away.
Blake watched her go, his eyes turning glacial.
Murder flickered in his gaze.
I stood frozen, understanding dawning
In my past life, I’d overheard Sarali asking Michael how he’d secured someone of Blake’s caliber.
Michael had smiled, holding her by the pool:
“Because he needed my help with something.”
Most importantly:
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