CAMILLE SILVANE POV

"He's ready for you now." Dr Frieda got out, adjusting her glasses. "You have ten minutes to ask him what you want to. He'll fight the sedative, but you should be able to get something before it wears off."

I nodded then glanced at Zevran. "I'll go talk to him now."

He crossed his arms. "And if he refuses to talk? Are you ready to kill him and stake your life on an antidote that might not work?"

Goosebumps prickled across my skin, something dark pressing against my chest. ...