At the entrance of the makeshift laboratory, the cold metal door slid open. Julian Ford emerged, bringing with him the mixed scent of disinfectant and chemical reagents.
Several days of deliberate avoidance and inner torment had cast a weary gloom over his brow.
However, when he saw the slender yet resilient figure at the door, the gaze behind his glasses flickered almost imperceptibly.
"Julian," Josie Quinn's voice held a faint hesitation as she met his gaze directly. "Do you have a moment? I'd like to talk to you."
Julian sighed inwardly.
He had to admit, he'd been the one to start this cold war. He was angry that she had ignored his objections and insisted on defending Cole, who had appeared out of nowhere.
But giving her the cold shoulder was its own form of torment for him, too.
He was like a sulking child, stubbornly waiting for her to be the first to give in.
