suddenly Keira couldn’t breathe. She faced away from the autopsy table as she tried to block it from her mind. She could still feel its presence, though. Cold steel. Hard edges. Scalpels digging into soft flesh. She’d braced herself against the emotions imbued into the building, but for a second her defences faltered and her legs threatened to collapse. She took a breath. Antiseptic burned into her lungs, and she focussed on that instead.
