“I’m feeling better.” Hoping none of them knew what had happened, he committed to his original story of a medical condition. “What did you do?”
“I gave you a burst of adrenaline and a few other things. It’s the same thing the doctor used to give me when I had reactions or withdrawals to the drugs they had me on. Which leads me to the next discovery.” Bash shot him a hard look that gave Tris the feeling that they’d have words later. “They’ve changed the formula. Either this is a variant of the one they dosed me with for many years, or they made some adjustments after my escape. This isn’t just an addiction he’s dealing with. They made him entirely dependent and without it, he’ll die.”
Shit, how did he figure that out? Tris kept the string of curses under his breath as Bash revealed his di
