Nathanael's pov:
I follow along the hallway ahead of myself towards my room, eyes on my feet as they move on the long, red carpet extending before me and covering the center parts of the flooring.
My mind is occupied by Rosemary's voice, going over our recent conversation. I despise the idea of her in Genotex labs where Lucian can easily reach her. Even more, I loathe the idea that there's nothing I can do about it.
"So? When do we see her again?"
"What?"
I turn around to see that Ava still trails behind me. Her voice had been completely blocked by my own loud thoughts.
"Rosemary! When do we see her again?" she repeats her question, seemingly a tad exasperated that she has to.
