Cynthia Dion:
I spotted him seated by the window, gazing out at the street. I couldn't even blink; I was too afraid of what might happen if I closed my eyes for even a moment. My breathing came in heavy gasps. It seemed like he didn't care about the situation, even though he was the one who had orchestrated it.
Eventually, I gave in and remained quiet, realizing that struggling wouldn't free me from these restraints.
While I was preoccupied with watching Atticus, I noticed that one of the guards had injected me with something. That's when I began to feel strangely disoriented.
"Atticus!" I whispered as I started to drift off.
It wasn't wolfbane; it was some sort of sedative. When I woke up, my lips were no longer covered, and I found myself lying in a bed without any restraints.
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