"Luther!"
F-ck.
He's awake. Why is he awake? Did he fake taking the pills?
His vitals are unsteady.
He will begin withering soon.
This is a headache. I've been trying to be good to him since I found out what is causing his flower to lose petals.
I can't lose that Belladonna. I need to act.
Now.
Should I just sedate him and say it was a dream?
Would he believe me?
Should I explain?
What exactly should I explain?
It's exactly what he saw.
I shut off the pheromone flux. The dial clicked as I turned it hard to the left. The last of the mist hissed through the tube, then stopped.
Inside the glass chamber, Luther was already reacting. His body jerked. Muscles pulled against the bonds. His wrists twisted, his ankles shifted. His head moved slightly, even with the strap pressed across his forehead.
The drug was wearing off.
I ran.
