Continued!

Lila’s face burns. She wants to shrink back, to hide, but Elena’s hand suddenly lands on her shoulder, fingers digging in just enough to root her in place. A warning. A claim.

“She’s been adapting,” Elena says, her voice dripping with something dark, possessive. “But I’m sure you’re not here to discuss her comfort.”

Dr. Voss chuckles, a dry, humorless sound. “No. I’m here to offer her a choice.” He reaches into his coat pocket and withdraws a syringe, the liquid inside shimmering under the harsh lights. “This will reverse the serum’s effects. Completely.”

Lila’s breath catches. Her chest tightens, her heart hammering against her ribs. Reverse it. No more aching cock, no more ****, wrong hunger, no more being bent and filled and used—

No more Elena.

The thought slams into her like a physical blow. She sways on her feet, her vision swimming. Freedom. She could be free. No more needles, no more serum, no more waking up wet and trembling from dreams of Elena’s hands, Elena’s voice, Elena’s control—

But then what?

Dr. Voss steps forward, holding out the syringe. “The side effects are minimal. A few days of fatigue, some muscle soreness. Nothing permanent.”

Lila’s fingers tremble as she reaches for it, her gaze flicking to Elena. The woman stands frozen, her knuckles white where she grips the armrest of her chair, her jaw clenched so tight Lila can see the muscle feathering beneath her skin. Her eyes—oh god, her eyes—are wide, dark, hurt.

“Lila,” Elena says, her voice barely above a whisper. A plea. A command. A warning.