Eloise’s breath trembled as the room spun violently, her head throbbed as if drums were pounding behind her eyes. Her limbs felt like wet sand, heavy and useless. She could move, but barely, as if her strength had been siphoned out of her body.

She tried to wriggle out of his arms when Luther scooped her off the floor and placed her on the couch. He chuckled at her attempt, finding her adorable as she looked like a baby trying to move.

“ Don't fight it, darling, the drug is ...