Before, the sight of Eve—perfect, poised, and so close to Cole—had ignited a reckless fire within Sophie. She couldn't resist.
On impulse, Sophie brushed against Eve, her hand quick and practiced, and administered a small dose of the drug. The moment was fleeting, almost imperceptible, as Sophie ushered Eve along with a feigned expression of concern.
Now, doubt gnawed at the edges of her excitement. Was it enough? The moment had been so brief. Too brief.
She had wanted Eve to humiliate herself once the drug took effect. But now, doubt gnawed at her—had she even managed to inject even a small amount into her?
However, the worry dissolved almost as quickly as it appeared, swept away by her growing anticipation.
She hurried toward the designated room, her steps quick and eager, almost bouncing with each stride. Her mind painted vivid pictures of what awaited her inside—Cole, alone, waiting just for her.
