On her eighth day trapped in the medical department, Evelyn Ford was resting in the utility room when she unexpectedly saw Ronan Kendrick.
He had just pushed open the glass window when Evelyn pulled out her knife and slashed at him. If Ronan hadn't reacted so quickly, one of his hands would have probably been chopped off.
"What are you doing here? Why are you back?"
Ronan jumped into the storage room, closed the window, and sat down right on the floor.
"As long as you're still alive, I can rest easy."
Evelyn's lips twitched into a smirk. "Oh, thanks. It's terrible in here, but I'm hard to kill. Still kicking."
"Pack your things. I'm getting you out of here."
Evelyn sized him up from head to toe. "Did you just get back? You smell like blood. How did you know I was here?"
Ronan looked up at her. "Where else would you be?"
Evelyn remembered him once saying she had a scent he could smell and track. 'So, did he find me by following my scent?'
