Nova carefully rolled up Tristan's sleeve, trying to find the tiny puncture from the needle.

"Nova, it's too dark here. You're not going to see anything," Tristan muttered, pulling his arm back and pressing his fingers to the faint sting where the needle had pierced his skin.

"Wait, look at this." Nova pulled out a syringe she'd grabbed from the bridge earlier, the one filled with a strange red liquid.

It had to be the same drug Nathan had used on him.

"Keep that ...