#Chapter 117: Drink

Evelyn I had expected Chris to flee for the medical wing, seeking out antidotes, as I instructed. But before he could even turn and leave, I remembered and shifted my focus to Logan. “My bag,” was all I needed to say. He knew what I meant without asking for any clarification. He was gone for the span of a few heartbeats, but with my father prone between my brother and me, it felt like a small eternity. Alex was breathing heavily, a horrified expression marring his handsome face. “This can’t be happening,” he said under his breath, seemingly to himself. I didn’t have time to even think about the specifics: who was responsible and how much of the drug there had been in his cup. Because I knew this drug itself like the back of my hand now. And I had even developed a cure for it. When Logan reemerged, he was panting from exertion and clutching my bag. I snatched it from him and dug for only a moment before unearthing a vial of my cure. My hands shook as I held it to