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 slightly

dropped. 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