"It's not working!" Bovan blurted, his voice sharp with frustration as he stared down at the row of crimson vials lining the table.
The liquid inside caught the lamplight in a way that made it almost beautiful—if one forgot it was the product of slaughter. He could feel the heavy, simmering presence of Collet beside him, the vampire's temper like a storm about to break.
Savira might have been the overall head of their entire division, but Collet was second only to her in authority—and that made his presence here far more dangerous. The fact that he of all people had been called into this experiment room was irritating enough. The fact that he was now under direct scrutiny was worse.
