The last thing Violet wanted to do was move aside and allow Uva to pour any of the dark contents from the vial she held in her hands—even if she was convinced it would help Cain.
"Are you sure? What if this only makes it worse?" she pressed, unwilling to let Cain's condition deteriorate any further than it already had.
Uva, on the other hand, only grew more irritated by her response. Her gaze hardened as she fixed her eyes on Violet, who stubbornly refused to back down.
Still, despite her clear reluctance, Violet didn't dare stop Uva from moving closer to where Cain lay unmoving on the bed. The only indication that he was still alive was the soft rise and fall of his chest.
Even as she watched Uva tip the vial and pour the black contents into his mouth, the only thing Violet could do was dig her nails into her palms as she stood aside, watching with clenched fists and a racing heart. She said nothing, though a silent prayer rose from within her, desperate and pleading.
