ANNA'S POV

“They’re waiting for you in your office,” the nurse said softly.

I gave her a small nod without looking up, my attention still fixed on the transparent beaker in my hand. The liquid inside shimmered faintly under the lab lights, the color settling into the exact shade I had been aiming for. Satisfied for now, I placed it back into its holder before finally lifting my head. The nurse met my eyes briefly, then turned and walked out, the transparent doors sliding shut behind her.

I was currently in my lab, carefully working on recreating the same drug formula James stole from me years ago.

In the past,...