[ I’ve secured her. Tell me what needs to be done next.]
Just as he was about to press send.
Grace's eyes snapped open.
There wasn't a trace of sleepiness in her cold, clear gaze.
It was filled with disappointment, pain, and determination.
"Dorian, so this is what you meant by 'for my own good'?"
"Ah!"
Dorian jumped as if he’d been struck by lightning, his phone clattering to the floor.
He stared at her as if she were a ghost, the sound of his dropped phone still ringing in the silence.
He stumbled back as if he'd seen a ghost, not stopping until he hit the file cabinet behind him.
"You… you're not unconscious?!"
Dorian’s face drained of color, his hand trembling as he gestured wildly at Grace. "How is that possible… I clearly saw you…"
Grace slowly sat up from the sofa and straightened her slightly rumpled clothes.
"I've always had a keener sense of smell than most. My mother wrote about it in her diary—it’s the Helix Line’s parting gift, a legacy you never even bothered to notice. It's a shame you were all so busy figuring out how to use and monitor me that you never actually got to know me."
Grace walked over to the potted plant and pointed at the damp soil.
"Your sedative is all in here."
Dorian stared at the plant, the muscles in his face twitching violently.
Shame, fear, and anger warred on his face, twisting his once-handsome features into a hideous mask.
"Grace, why are you forcing me to do this?!"
Now that the pretense was gone, Dorian dropped the act.
He lunged forward, trying to grab Grace's shoulders. "I just don't want to see you get yourself killed! I'm your brother, would I ever hurt you?!"

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