Elara paced around her lab like a woman possessed, her eyes flicking between Kai and the slowly separating samples in her analyser. But despite the technological marvels surrounding her, her mind kept circling back to one thing.
His blood.
She bit her lip, then turned to him, no longer able to hide what she was after. She'd already asked once earlier, so what's the worst that could happen from asking again?
"Well," she started, a little too casually. "If it's not too much trouble… I'd love to get a fresh sample of your blood."
Kai didn't respond.
Didn't flinch.
Didn't blink.
Just stood there with that expressionless mask he wore so well, crimson eyes locked on something distant, unreadable.
The silence stretched. Uncomfortable. Cold.
Elara shifted in place and rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly.
