Loyce’s gaze flickered for a moment. She collected herself and picked up the syringe glowing with the faint blue serum. Its needle glinted under the lights. She walked to the tub and crouched down, her eyes finding the pulsating vein on the side of Lucian’s neck.
“This is going to hurt,” she warned softly, her fingers gently pressing against his skin.
Suddenly, he raised a hand and caught her wrist just as she was about to insert the needle. He turned his head to face her. “I’ve never been afraid of pain, but that last high-purity dose… it left me in a rather undignified state.”
Privately, he didn’t want to show that vulnerable, broken side of himself in front of her again.
Loyce met Lucian’s intense gaze. The frigid water around them seemed to warm from his body heat, creating an unusual atmosphere.
“It will be worse than last time,” she said, her voice softening slightly. “This is neural nourishment. Every nerve in your body will react.”
She paused. “You have to withstand it. I’ll help you in any way I can.”
The sincerity in her voice, so unlike her usual sharp demeanor, was disarming.
“With the miracle doctor’s assurance, I feel much better.” Lucian released her wrist and turned his head away. “Go ahead.”
The moment the needle pierced his skin, Lucian’s muscles tensed violently. Loyce could feel the rapid acceleration of his pulse beneath her fingers as the muscles in his neck drew taut.

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