Chapter 43 Forty Two

• “Lena.” he called, rising to his feet, his eyes still on the pill between his fingers. His voice was grave and husky, like a bear disturbed during hibernation. “What is this?" He asked, his eyes shifting to her wide, fear-filled eyes.
• A wave of nausea rushed through her body as the little she'd eaten rose to her throat. But she held her hands over her mouth and swallowed it back.
• Thane didn't care. His fists slammed into the wall beside her head. “Answer me!"