The sterile, antiseptic air of the smoking area was thick with Michael’s unspoken turmoil. He stared at Lori Chase, Violet Bento’s human vector, her presence alone an invasion of the fragile sanctuary he’d tried to maintain around Linsy. The mention of ‘Corsica’ was a key turning in a lock he’d sealed long ago.Before he could form a response: a dismissal, a threat, a reluctant agreement: a figure emerged from the hospital’s sliding doors. It was a young woman with a tear-streaked, ...