The world went black, but a tug and a sharp, piercing pain in my chest pulled me back to reality. I wavered in and out of consciousness, Liam’s irritation a familiar comfort in a sea of agony. Tug. “—infuriating—” Tug. “—disobedient—” Tug. “—aggravating woman—” As the last needle left my chest, I felt like I was floating. I was cradled against a hard, warm surface, my arms and legs hanging limply. My eyesight grew blurry, the effects of the poison taking over.
