"Everything is ready, Mr. Draven," Dr. Marlowe reported as soon as she made it to Lucian's home office the next morning. She plopped herself down on one of the receiving chairs, setting her focus on the man she was talking to.
Lucian, having some business to take care of and documents awaiting his signature, still looked like a hot morning mess—one that was more than capable of turning heads should he walk into a room full of people. His hair was slightly disheveled, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his tie loosened, giving him an air of casual authority.
"Already prepared?" Lucian asked in a light voice without looking up from the document he was reading.
"Yes. I've prepared it already. The only thing left is the goat's blood. It's also the last ingredient to add," Dr. Marlowe responded, her eyes moving for a second to the paper he was concentrating on before she looked back at him.
