C44 THE DNA.

AVERY’S POV:

I had always prided myself on being a woman of will and persistence. A survivor. But the moment Axel Blackwood stepped into the room, covered in splashes of blood, his pupils blown so wide they swallowed the light, I felt my resolve wither.

He looked like something out of a nightmare. His white shirt was ruined, stained in dark patches, and his hands—God