Chapter 74
WITH A WIDE GRIN ON his face, Lion swept everything off Melissa’s dressing table and laid out the works. I had to give him credit—he’d done his homework. Everything I needed was right there, from belt to spoon, syringe, cotton ball, lighter, citric acid, and water. The only thing missing was the alcohol swabs, but I’m sure he figured that was a pointless gesture, since catching some unwanted disease from unsterilised gear would not exactly be on top of my list of concerns at this point.
The entire process had a surreal, other-worldly feel to it. One half of me was watching, fascinated at the ritual of it all. Like many mainlining d**g users, the ritualistic process of laying out the works and preparing the gear was a key part of the thrill of h****n injection for me. The other
