Literature
The Sweetest Rose 5
Ten minutes later Director Fury arrived in the exam room, looking especially grim. “What’s so urgent you had to pull me from a conference call, Dr. Novik?” “This is the reason.” The doctor turned Cassandra so the men could study her back. “As you can see the burns have vanished. There is no sign of trauma to the epidermis at all. I haven’t checked the burns on her legs yet, but I suspect the story is the same.” Fury was quiet for several moments as he digested the news. Cassandra shifted uncomfortably beneath their scrutiny, the paper sheet on the exam table crinkling beneath her ass. Her bare legs dangled over the edge, her feet several inches above the ground. Fueled by confusion and fear, questions sped through her mind. How were her burns healed so quickly? Did this have to do with how she miraculously survived the bombing at the auction house? The staff rested innocently against a cabinet, providing no answers. She was tempted to grab a hold of it to see if anything happened.