Anna bent over, rummaging through Tina's arms until she found a small, delicate porcelain bottle.
She placed it on the bedside table and said, "Clearly, she drugged you earlier. I was the one who woke you up."
Harry squinted, his dark gaze falling on the porcelain bottle.
He remembered the strange scent he'd caught from Tina before everything blurred, followed by that uncontrollable heat surging through him.
"You could've woken me up in other ways," he said with a frown. "What if your kick had seriously injured me?"
Anna rubbed her nose, looking a little guilty but her tone stayed firm. "Well, you were trying to take advantage of me. Anyway, that's not important. How are you going to handle this?"
Harry sat quietly for a moment before rising from the bed. His movements were slightly stiff, but his expression was cold and steady.
Picking up the porcelain bottle, he grabbed Tina's chin and mercilessly poured the liquid into her mouth.
