Sandra's procedure of disinfecting the needles was quite intricate.

Her movements were deliberate and graceful, pleasing to the eye.

"What are you looking at?"

Sandra could feel the intensity of his gaze burning into her.

It was discomforting, almost as if his gaze could burn a hole right through her, causing her heart to flutter with unease.

"Has there been any activity from Agkistrodon?"

Wesley slowly withdrew his gaze, seemingly engrossed in his ...