Determination, desperation, and fear swirled within me, and I channeled it all when I raised the syringe over my head and brought it down hard into his chest with a shrill cry.
I prayed to the Moon Goddess that I wouldn’t hit a rib. I prayed I’d hit the right spot, that I got the angle just right.
Upon impact, he jolted and choked on his own blood, his breathing becoming rattly and labored in an instant. I screamed, and I didn’t recognize the sound of my own voice—I’d never made such a gut-wrenching sound.
“I’m so sorry, Reid!”
He slapped his hand onto the plunger of the syringe, and I placed my trembling hand over his to fully push it down. Pain flitted across his features, unfamiliar and heart-breaking, but his eyes didn’t open. He nodded his head and with his free hand, he patted
