#Chapter 117: The Allergy

Arthur My heart stops cold in my chest as Iris collapses. Her glass shatters against the floor, sending the greenish liquid of the cocktail spilling across the hardwood. It all happens so fast. One moment she’s on her feet, hosting a phenomenal party against all odds, and the next moment she’s down. Her face is turning an alarming shade of red, her hands clawing at her throat as she struggles for breath. And then, just like that, she’s unconscious. “Iris!” I’m on my feet in an instant, lunging toward her, but somehow Caleb is faster. He’s at her side before I can take two steps, catching her as she collapses to the carpet. I can’t help but notice that it’s almost as if he’s done this before as he lowers her to the floor, one hand carefully supporting her head while the other reaches into his pocket for something. “Move back!” he barks at the stunned guests, then pulls out what looks like an EpiPen. Without hesitation, he shoves Iris’s dress up towa