E’s POV


    I arrived at the little Victorian house right on time. Tony was waiting for me on the front steps, seemingly pacing when I showed up, and grinned when he saw meing.


    “E! You made it!” he said, opening the door for me. “Come in,e in. We can get started on your tests right away.”


    I let him take my coat and crouched to scratch the fat tabby cat’s ears while he hung it in the hallway closet. ” What will the tests entail today?” I asked, both curious and admittedly a little nervous.


    “Nothing too invasive, I assure you.” Tony led me to the stairs leading to theb in the basement. “Anthony is just calibrating the machines. Today will be purely preliminary testing, so we’ll be running lots of scans, taking blood samples, that sort of things.”


    “Don’t forget the urine sample!” Anthony’s muffled voice called up from the basement.


    “Oh! Right.” Tony turned around and opened a cab, retrieving a little stic container and some individually packaged wipes. “Would you mind giving us a sample?”


    “Not at all.” I had actually left home in such a rush that I hadn’t had a chance to use the bathroom, so I really needed to go. Tony showed me to the nearby bathroom, which was, of course, just as beautiful andvishly decorated as the rest of the house. I did my business and washed my hands, then emerged holding the sample. “Perfect!” Tony carefully took the sample in now–gloved hands and carried it down to the basement. “We’ll probably want to collect one of these every time youe in, so make sure you don’t go too close to your appointments from now on.”


    “Noted,” Iughed, ducking my head beneath a beam as we descended the stairs.


    As promised, Anthony was bustling around theb, pressing various buttons and turning dials on machines that I still didn’t fully recognize. He was wearing a pristine whiteb coat and currently absorbed in a calibration for what looked like a state of the art MRI machine. He held up his finger, tapping on the touch screen a few times with his other hand and muttering to himself.


    Finally, he pressed a big green button and the machine began to whir, pieces moving back and forth and spinning around and around. “There!” he said, turning to me atst. “Sorry about that. This machine always gives us trouble.”


    “You just don’t know how to use it, dear,” Tony sighed as he carefully set my urine sample on a nearby table. “Well, I don’t see you being the one calibrating all of these,” Anthony retorted.


    “Now.” Tony turned to me, now holding a polka dot hospital gown, and gestured to a curtain in the corner. “If you don’t mind undressing and putting this on…”


    Nodding, I took the gown and slipped behind the curtain. I changed out of my clothes, and by the time I emerged, I was shivering a little from the cold air.


    “Sorry for the cold,” Anthony said, guiding me over to a machine that looked like one of those drying chairs at the hair salon. “We have to keep it at a certain temperature in here for the machines to work properly.”


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    “Here you go.” Once I took a seat, Tony draped a nket over myp, which helped. They then took my vitals blood pressure, heartbeat, and checked my eyes, nose, ears, and mouth.


    “What is this machine?” I asked once that part was finished. Anthony was lowering the hood so it sat just above my head, and a few prongs extended, rubber tips pressing into my temples and the space between my eyes.


    “This will scan your brain for any irregrities,” Anthony replied as he adjusted the machine. “It might help us locate the nerve endings where your mindlink with your mate would have been.”


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    <strong>Sara Lili</strong> is a daring romance writer who turns icyndscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of d’s breathtaking cold.