Date Night on Union Station (EarthCent Ambassador #1)

by E.M. Foner

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just in time to see her stowing away a small blue vial in her boot.

taking another sip of the ale. It seemed to have gone flat already, or maybe ale brewed to an authentic old recipe changed flavor and lost fizz rapidly after it was drawn from the barrel. Joe also began to wonder if the pheromones were getting at him, since he suddenly felt hazy. He took another pull at the ale in hopes it would clear his head.

'Joe,' in the aftermath of being blinded by the mini-blinder above [highlighted], saw the 'queen' secretng a vial in her boot. How dumb a plot gimmick.

The pins-and-needles sensation in his left leg included a pain more reminiscent of a dagger stick.

“Just sign here at the bottom,” she instructed him, priming the quill with red ink and forcing it into his hand.

'Bloid' ink that 'Joe' felt being drawn from his thigh [highlighted a couple paragraphs prior]. Another lame plot device gimmick.

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