One drop.
Then another.
Dark, inky blood seeped from the puncture marks left by the silver needles.
Gradually, the droplets merged into a slow trickle, tracing the contours of Taylor's skin before pooling at his abdomen and finally soaking into the fabric of his black dress pants, vanishing without a trace.
Even the usually unflappable Calvin couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the sight.
Melissa, on the other hand, clapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with shock.
"These are the toxins that have been lying dormant in his body," Camilla murmured, her beautiful eyes narrowing slightly as her voice dropped to a grave tone.
"Just as I suspected."
As she spoke, she reached for a silver bowl, intending to collect the dark blood dripping down Taylor's waist.
"Let me."
Sinclair, noticing her intention, frowned slightly.
"Tell me what to do."
"Alright."
