SANDRINO’S POV
My legs moved before my mind could catch up. I strode down the hall, heading straight for the infirmary where she was being kept. The sight that greeted me stopped me in my tracks—Alex was holding a fork, and Kiara was assisting him.
Her body convulsed violently, her eyes rolling back as her limbs thrashed uncontrollably. A foreign emotion clawed its way to the surface: fear.
“What’s going on?” I demanded, my voice tight.
“Get the syringe on the table,” Alex barked. Without hesitation, I grabbed it and handed it to him.
He swiftly administered the injection, and slowly, her body stopped trembling. Her breathing evened out, and she lay still, as limp as a ragdoll.
“What happened?” I asked, my voice quieter now.
“She’s had too much,” Alex muttered, his face grim. “Potio
