“What the hell are you guys doing here?” Lyle asked, relaxing in front of me as he looked at the five other men in the room.
“We were given a letter to report here for investigating. Then the wall closed up on us.” I recognized the voice and looked around Lyle to see Ryder. He appeared to be sweaty ... all the men looked sweaty.
“s**t, stay back Ryder,” Lyle growled, shaking his head. “You are in pre-rut. All of you are ... what the hell happened?”
“Something must be inducing it. The room is coated in Eula gel. That is a reactor when combined with Grananole. s**t ... the drink. The wine had a very sweet grape taste. That had to be Grananole.” Ryder took a few steps back. “You’ve got to get her out of here,” he said, motioning to me.
The wine ... the same wine that I drank ... and also
