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Philippa sat on the edge of the bed, weary and dizzy as Sommers removed his coat and laid it over the chair. When he turned to face her, she did her best to mask her emotions.
“It is rather amazing what a person will do when they believe salvation is within reach. For example, this is your antidote.” He removed a second blue bottle from his coat pocket and set it on the washstand behind him. Her eyes fixed on the bottle and his smile grew.
“I can see you planning to grab it, but you’re weak. Soon you’ll be barely able to breathe, let alone move. So, you had better listen, my dear.”
Outside Sommers’ footman stood guard, and she knew she didn’t have the strength to fight them both.
“Get on your knees. I wish to see you beg, to see those silver eyes filled with pretty tears. If you pl
