The Temp-V running through his veins is slowly killing Butcher, and he knows it damn well. Regret is something he doesn't usually feel, but looking at his kid in the eyes feels harder to do every morning.

Until, one day, those fluorescent vials get stolen. His brat did it. Anger flows through him, yes, but directed towards himself. Does this mean that the only living connection to Becca has condemned themselves? Or perhaps, it means that he won't be as alone as he thought he'd be.