Lilianna's hand rose.
It shook badly enough that she missed on the first grab, her fingers closing on air.
On the second attempt, she caught the barrel of the syringe and pulled it from 'Helena''s grip with the clumsy urgency of a starving person snatching bread.
There was no hesitation. Not even a moment of doubt.
Lilianna brought the needle close to her shoulder, then up to her secondary gland. The pointy part sat just above the skin, there to the small cluster of tissue that regulated her alpha pheromone production and stabbed it in with a force that would have made a medic wince.
The plunger automatically dispenses the contents into Lilianna's secondary gland.
'Helena''s face could have been carved from stone.
The effect was almost instantaneous.
Lilianna's body went still, every muscle locking simultaneously as if she had been electrocuted.
