Her touch was sweet and did much to calm her frayed nerves. Selene thought if she should have a mother this is how she would have been cared for.
"No, no...Logan does not own one. Dr. Miller..." Selene pointed to the cell phone on the small bedside table. "Call Dr. Miller, he has a lab you can use."
The pinpricks hardly registered. They were nothing compared to the many extensive wounds she had received over the years. "The people of your homeland sound much like my own, though our solution is not quite as neat as yours. Moment by moment you grow more interesting." Selene sighed softly as she closed her eyes. "I liked the one you brought. Cinnamon. It was wonderful."
Cracking her eyes open she watched the vial in Seth's hand warily. "Promise me you will not allow that to fall into any other hands."