Eden Grace

The private laboratory was silent except for the faint hum of the equipment and the occasional clink of glass as Eden carefully transferred another measured compound into the flask.

Eden stared at the pale golden liquid swirling beneath the laboratory light, her brows drawn tightly together as she watched the mixture settle.

This was her thirty-seventh attempt, and somehow she already knew it was going to fail.

Eden added the final reagent and waited, watching the solution react, still nothing.

Her shoulders sank as the liquid slowly turned cloudy.

“Damn it,” Eden muttered, shutting her eyes for a moment.

She had spent days trying to reconstruct the serum...