#Chapter 67: Developing Stability

Grace I had been in classes for almost a week now, and while I was burning the candle at both ends and all of the midnight oil, I didn't feel as run down as I thought I should. I was almost driven not to go home, knowing that I would just be sleeping in Charles' empty bed, and every day I did, his scent faded a little more. I scoffed at myself and drank some more coffee. Get a grip, Grace. I was not that needy. I couldn't be. The sterile hum of fluorescent lights greeted me as I entered Wolfe Medical, fresh from a day of lectures and ready to burn some more midnight oil on research. I had gotten ahead with my homework a little, so I was hoping to be a little more helpful. What awaited me, however, wasn't what I expected. Margaret was waiting in the lobby with a woman with dark hair and skin and a truly other-worldly glow about her. There was a tattoo that gleamed like gold on her hands. My receptionist seemed spooked, but Margaret was sitting with her, chatting.