A sudden chill raced down my spine, halting my movements mid-step. The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever felt—like ice water flooding my veins while something whispered warnings directly into my soul.
"Liam? Is everything alright?" Kathleen asked, her voice sounding distant despite her standing right beside me.
I'd just administered the final pill to Nikhil Harding, watching as the medicine dissolved on his tongue. His color was already improving, vitality returning to his once-pallid face. Under normal circumstances, I'd have stayed to monitor his response, but this premonition was too powerful to ignore.
"I need to check something," I managed to say, my voice sounding strained even to my own ears.
