Dr. Popov clears his throat. “As far as the sedative, it could have been in something she drank. Something she ate.”
“She didn’t touch the cake. Well, just one bite.” My stomach tightens, remembering her mouth wrapped around my finger.
Yasha curses under his breath. “The water. She had a water bottle. I made sure the cakes were clean, but I didn’t—The water bottles were sealed. I didn’t think they would be an issue. Fuck.” He rakes a furious hand through his hair. “It must mean they were planning to move her to a secondary location. The only reason they tried to shoot her instead was because—”
My stomach twists at the thought that Cora could be in enemy hands right now. I look down at her on the couch, still asleep, her chest rising and falling in slow, even movements. The fact that th
