syringe in the girl’s neck and pressed the plunger down. That had been stupid. The human men in this room didn’t understand that to drug a honey badger was a wasted effort. It might knock that thin little thing out for about twenty seconds but beyond that . . . Stevie didn’t even stagger, though. Instead, screaming, she slapped at the man’s hand. Problem was, he still had the syringe buried in her neck. The needle broke off and stayed imbedded in her flesh. Not that she felt it. Not as crazy as she was acting. Dougie had heard Stevie was the high-strung one, but her distraught screaming and
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