Chapter 8 - The Shadow Steps Forward
Dr. Harrison gasped, trying to shove Clara backward, but Clara held his wrist firmly, pointing at the tiny serial number etched into the glass vial.
"You fool!" Selene shrieked, stepping forward and slapping Clara violently across the face. "How dare a worthless maid touch a certified doctor! Security! Get up here now!"
Clara’s cheek flushed red from the slap, but she didn't step back. She wiped her lip with her thumb, looking Selene dead in the eyes with cold, fearless contempt.
"You can call security all you want, Mrs. March," Clara said, her voice echoing clearly over the sound of rain. "But they won't help a murderer."
"You insolent bitch!" Selene raised her hand to strike Clara again.
Before her hand could descend, a large, dark hand reached out from the shadows near the doorway, catching Selene’s wrist in mid-air with bone-crushing force.
Selene let out a sharp shriek of pain as she was spun around.
Adrian Vale stood behind her, his black suit tailored to perfection, his face an immovable mask of absolute, terrifying fury. Beside him stood two armed federal marshals and the estate's chief head of security.
Dr. Harrison’s face drained of all color, the glass syringe slipping from his trembling fingers and shattering against the hardwood floor.
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"A-Adrian...?" Selene stammered, her voice shaking violently as cold sweat broke out on her forehead. "You... you were supposed to be in Chicago!"
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