The slap of paper against wood echoed louder than it should have. Desiree’s heart jumped, and she looked down to see her test result face-down in front of her.

Roman didn’t say a word. His eyes flickered over her face, unreadable as ever, before he moved on to the next desk.

Her hands trembled as she reached for the white sheet and flipped the sheet.

A bold F9 stared back at her, the red ink practically bleeding into the paper.

Her heart sank and her stomach hollowed. Heat surged up her ...