Psyop Kings (The Crowne Conspiracy #1)

Caius

W hat have you done, little girl? The messes you create keep piling up around me.

As she whimpers in her sleep, I uncap the hypodermic needle with my teeth. Then I press the sharp point into the flesh on her upper arm before suppressing the contents into her arm. The tension bleeds from her, turning her entire form boneless as the Midazolam does its job.

Once I set the used needle aside, I brush her blond hair away from her tearstained face to inspect her now-relaxed features. For someone in a constant state of chaos, she always looks pretty. Even when crying or throwing candles at my head. Beneath the mascara stains, the smear of dried snot, and the bruising on her cheek, I see a beautiful, fiery spirit.