The Love that Never Really Dies (Sasha and Sebastian)

“Hey, Roxanne! My dad is inside!”

“Okay, lead the way!” Roxanne nodded with a smile and grabbed her handbag as she entered.

Hmm… It sure isn’t like her to be so friendly all of a sudden… Oh, well… Maybe it’s because Sebastian begged her to help.

Sasha thought to herself as they made their way to the doctor in the laboratory.

“Here, this is the one. This is also Yancy’s doing, so it should be similar to the one Sabrina was given previously, albeit a bit more advanced,” Sasha said while handing her the samples of the poison.

She had given Roxanne a brief explanation of what happened, hoping to aid her in developing an antidote sooner, but Roxanne simply flashed her an impatient look in response.

“I’ll look at it myself. I have a record of the previous analysis, so you don’t have to remind me about it.”

That response was typical of her, so Sasha thought little about it until she noticed a red spot on Roxanne’s exposed neck when she bent over.

That looks like a hickey… Wait a minute… A hickey? Why would she have one? Did she get a new boyfriend or something?

staring at her, Roxanne stood up after retrieving the samples and got ready to leave. “All right, let’s go. We need to get some blood samples

a few seconds to regain her composure and led Roxanne to

tools with her, Sasha had to borrow a syringe and ice box from the

isn’t fresh at the moment. I need to get a fresh sample for my

as told, and Roxanne leaned in

went blank after she caught a whiff

massage him!” Roxanne scolded her impatiently when

like forever, Sasha found herself asking, “You hate me, don’t you? Why would you

do hate you. But then he came asking me for help, and I

hide it at all, and

make any requests in

him have

control over her emotions and looked extremely agitated as she cut her off. “Nonsense! You obviously had more than just dinner with him! What

and there was a hint of

for crying out loud! You think I can just order him around like a slave? I can’t believe how unreasonable you’re