Book 22The porcelain cup rattled against the silver tray as Emma set it down, the last drops of the bitter herbal blend warm in her throat. Cal stepped into the shadows of the doorway just as the junior maid left, his eyes fixed on the girl’s retreating back before he turned his gaze entirely onto Emma. He watched from the entrance of Julian’s private study, a cold, toxic satisfaction settling deep in his chest as the first signs of the drug took hold. Emma’s fingers gripped the edge of the mahogany desk, her knuckles turning white as a sudden, violent dizziness hit her behind the eyes, making the massive room spin in blurred circles. She tried to stand, her legs turning to water beneath her, while an unexplainable, suffocating heat began to crawl under her skin, driving her heart into a frantic, erratic rhythm. She let out a soft, broken moan, her vision darkening as her upper body collapsed forward against the polished wood of the desk, completely paralyzed by the chemical fire b
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