But Henry had just returned to Violet's side when the voice rang out again, this time from a different position—much closer to them in a way that made Violet flinch, despite her efforts not to. Even Henry dug his hand into the holster on his waist, his eyes filled with wariness.
He might not be able to see whoever was speaking, but he was goddamn sure that five bullets were enough to burst open their brain if they became an enemy and attacked.
"The vial is already on the table! He should drink the entire thing, and he'll be fine!" the voice said. Violet was a bit taken aback as she shifted her gaze and saw that, indeed, a small black vial had appeared on the table right in front of them.
Also, the box Henry had just placed on the table was completely gone, showing that it had been taken.
