Lulu

Elaria stood frozen, the frown on her brow deepening the age lines on her pale face. My confession just now was probably the one thing that hadn’t been part of her meticulous calculations.

“A few months?” Elaria repeated, her voice jumping an octave. “Mary Ann never said the implanted heart had an expiry date.”

I could see a flash of panic in her eyes. She wasn’t worried about my life being in danger. I’d expected that. She was obsessed with my blood as the main stock for her ...