Chapter 112 Precision
- Harley’s P.O.V.
- The moment that crimson liquid touched his tongue, Henry’s eyes widened. The glass slipped from his hand, shattering on the marble floor with a loud bang. His face turned ashen, then an unnatural shade of blue that spread fast across his skin.
- Henry straightened, forcing composure back into his gestures. His chair scraped loudly against the marble as he stood.