wheel as he thrashed. His hands clutched his t
hattered lamp glass scattered near
ab his broad shoulders to ste
away. The back of his hand stru
ings rushed into the room. The butler's stoic, emotion
ical case. His hands shook slightlydropped. The sheer volume of the cloudy liquid inside the barrel was terrifying. It was eno
ed the needle, preparing to inject the drug direc
kicked in. She knew that injecting such a massive amount of any unknow
firmly with both hands. She stopped the sharp
es were wide. "Let go, Madam!
n the butler's wrist. "I don't care what kind of sedative that is, if you pump a s
his strict medical protocol and the unde
fingernails dug brutally into his own scalp. A
a split-second decision. "Give
If I can't calm him down naturally in
stepped back. He kept the syringe raised
ime. She kept her hands visible, palms open, like she w
credibly soothing tone. It was entirely differ
rshly, his eyes squeezed sh
rectly into his personal space. She slippe
e pressed her thumbs firmly against the subocc
the physical contact. His ent
pressure. She used the exact physical therapy technique sh
uously. Her warm breath brushed agains
st, the violent tremors in J
d to sync with the slow, deliberat
absolute shock. The "monster" of the Kensington f
ead. They fell limply onto his lap. The blinding,
d leaned forward, resting fully against Serena's s
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