Life Blood: Cora's Choice Book 1 (Chapter Three, page 2 of 7)


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I shivered slightly and wished that the door to the reception room was still open.

"I have your medical record here, Ms. Shaw," the man continued. Hands emerged from the shadows-strong and masculine, with long blunt fingers. He flipped open the laptop in front of him with a carelessly graceful gesture, and in the sudden glow, I could make out his features.

I swallowed hard. His black hair swept immaculately to the side, and his long jaw and broad forehead were balanced by an elegant, slightly aquiline nose. His face seemed a little too symmetrical, almost artificially so, like it belonged to the paintings on the walls instead of to a living, breathing man.

I wished suddenly that the lush rug under my feet could swallow me up.

"Cora Ann Shaw. T-cell prolymphocytic leukemia. Terminal. Is that correct?"

The cold summary hit me like a blow. I opened my mouth, and for a moment nothing came out. He raised his gaze to meet mine. His eyes were icy blue, and they seemed to look right through me.

"Yes," I breathed. "That's right. Dr. Robeson said you could help me."

"You must understand that you are first required to pass the initial tests," he said, his brow low and stern.

"I understand," I said, even though I didn't.

Mr. Thorne opened a drawer and took out a small black case. He stood and circled the desk until he stood above me, so close that I might have reached out and touched the hem of his pinstripe suit jacket. He was, I thought, quite tall.

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