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Salvador lifted the bucket, pouring their antidote into the tub.
“Are we sure we need to immerse her?” Alec asked, handing Salvador another full bucket of the liquid.
“It can’t hurt,” he muttered. “We need to purge the toxin as quickly as possible.”
Thanks to Alec’s resources, Salvador had been able to synthesize enough of the antidote to fill a kiddie pool. However, that wouldn’t have covered her completely, so Salvador had asked for a cast-iron tub, the kind with clawed feet.
At least I can keep the tub afterward. A bath would be a novelty. He hadn’t had one in years. His bathroom only had a shower—an inadequate one at that. It was too short for his six-foot-two frame.
Salvador poured in the last bucket, then grabbed the snorkel he used when diving from the beach down the road. H
