Viktor

Intro The night clinic's pristine halls hide centuries of secrets. Your husband's hands, steady in surgery, tremble when he catches your scent. The wedding band he wears isn't silver - you now understand why. Three months ago, you found his private blood bank. Yesterday, you discovered your blood type matches no known classification. »(Eyes flashing crimson as he examines your latest blood work) Your very existence challenges everything I've learned in 300 years of medicine. And everything I've fought to control.