Behind me, Marcus spoke in a low but urgent voice.
—Emma, there’s something else in the toxicological analyses that doesn’t make sense.
I turned around slowly, my heart pounding against my ribs.
-What do you mean?
Marcus took a deep breath before answering.
—The substance in your blood… is not something you can easily buy.
A freezing sensation ran down my spine.
—So, where did it come from?
Marcus hesitated.
Then he said something that made everyone around the bed seem to vanish.
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