Chapter 100 Cecilia's Delusions Shattered

• In the dimly lit kitchen, Cecilia stood before a heavy wooden table, her hands deftly preparing a silver tray with a steaming glass of tea, a few thick slices of bread, and an array of neatly arranged afternoon snacks. Her sweet eyes darted nervously toward the heavy oak door, ensuring she was completely alone.
• “Just a little,” she whispered, her voice a silken thread of absolute malice. “Enough to make you terribly weak… or perhaps, to ensure you never wake up again.”
• She swiftly slipped the small glass bottle back into the deep pocket of her apron.