Ronan Kendrick...
He could be even worse.
"Getting back to business, even though you and Rhys Chase have reached some kind of agreement, you still need to be wary of him. There's something I haven't asked you yet—did you give him your blood?"
Evelyn Ford's expression turned serious. She'd thought of this long ago but never found the right chance to ask.
"Yes, just half a bowl."
"Was it just this once, or will you be giving it to him again in the future?"
"Once a year. Half a bowl each time."
"Ronan, don't become anyone's blood bank, not even mine. Your life is important. I know you're very powerful, but I still worry someone will hurt you."
Thinking of his fate in her past life, Evelyn's face instantly went pale.
"Okay, I'll agree to anything. Don't be scared. Nothing will happen to me."
"Besides him, are there any other gene-edited humans on his team?"
