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He turned the monitor toward her. “Reggie’s digestive system is entirely empty. He’s not sick—he’s fasting. Preparing for a large meal.”
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Her blood ran cold. “But what meal?!”
Dr. Hanson met her eyes. “He’s been studying you. Lying beside you. Matching your breathing, your sleeping patterns. Cassandra, he’s been... sizing you up.”