Chapter 174 – Midnight Meetings

• “I was indeed,” Daniel says, pulling a messy clump of hair from his pocket. “Sorry that it’s…all in a heap,” he murmurs, awkwardly handing the lump of Kent’s hair to the doctor. I feel very odd, watching it change hands, fighting a ridiculous urge that rises in me to jump up and touch it myself.
• Don’t be so creepy, I chide myself. Or desperate.
• So, I force myself to relax back in my chair, watching the doctor take the sample and seal it into a little clear bag. Then, he takes the tube with Daniel’s cheek sample and tosses it in the trash.