Ren wrenched open the bottom drawer of the vanity, his fingers scrambling past the gauze and saline.
There. A small, amber vial of Cytotox-7. It was a heavy-duty uterine stimulant used in emergencies, but in a high enough dose for a fresh pregnancy, it was a death sentence for any 'fruit' trying to take root.
"Ren?" Cilian's voice dropped. The sweetness was gone.
Ren's heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird. He grabbed a pre-packaged syringe, his teeth tearing at the plastic wrap. He just needed five seconds. Three to draw the fluid, two to find a vein.
"What are you doing over there?" Cilian asked, his shadow lengthening across the white tiles as he began to stand up from the tub.
Ren didn't look back. He shoved the needle into the rubber stopper of the vial, pulling back the plunger with a frantic jerk.
"I asked you a question, darling."
