Chapter 137 Subjects

• Seth and I stand together in a dimly lit cell, the only sound is the echoing of our breaths. A single lamp lights the room in a dreary glow. There are papers on the table on the right and vials of liquid on the left side.
• I massage my head as I watch Seth in the middle of the room. His fruity scent is assaulting my nose. I’ve become used to it by now. It’s been a few weeks of trying to thwart what the mate bond wants us to do every time we are alone.
• “Hmmm,” he mutters, his face bright with an eerie gleam of excitement. “Ain’t this the most interesting result we had ever since we started?”