Ryan froze, and suddenly, realization dawned upon him. She was lying weak and vulnerable like this because she was drugged.
Drugged with an aphrodisiac.
His chest tightened, his fury flaring all over again. Those basta*ds hadn't only tried to lay their filthy on her —they had drugged her, poisoned her body to strip her of reason and choice.
His jaw clenched so tightly that it ached. His knuckles turned white as the urge to storm out and finish those men once and for all surged through him.
But just then, Zenith's arms found their way to his shirt, grabbing it and clutching it to tug him closer.
"Pl-please … help me. I am not feeling good. I … help me," she urged, trying her best to hold onto the silver of sanity she was remaining with.
Ryan's brows drew tighter as he noticed Zenith —flushed, trembling, her hands fumbling weakly at her buttons as tears clung stubbornly to her lashes.