It feels vast, though, as Finn leads me through what can barely be referred to as a path. When we arrived in New York, nobody was there to greet us, which made sense as we weren’t expected until well after brunch. It was the dead of night, and other than security guards stationed on each floor, the building felt like it had fallen into a tremulous stasis. Honestly, all I’d wanted to do was sleep, but no amount of arguing swayed Finn from his insistences I visit Victor first. The poor doctor was rumpled when he answered his door, sleep clinging to his eyes and muscles. A yawn preceded, “You’re early,” but once a few good blinks passed, he became alert. “What in the bloody hell happened?” he’d barked at Finn while practically shoving me into his home office. “I thought this was one of Emma’s set-ups, not a fight!” He leaned closer to one of my arms. “And an ugly one, too. Christ, Alice. You need stitches.” A meaningful look passed between Finn and myself. “I really don’t,”
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