Skyla’s POV
"You… bitch..." he slurred, his body already succumbing to the effects of the drug. The sedative was light, so I could still keep him awake but strong enough to weaken him in order to prevent him from trying to attack him while I took control of his head.
I looked around for any secluded area, and my eyes brightened when I caught sight of the janitor's closet, which was a few steps away from where we stood. I picked up Vincent's hand and began dragging his semi-unconscious body to the janitor's closet. He was pretty heavy, and by the time I got him inside the small closet, I was huffing and panting, trying to catch my breath.
Once I had Vincent secured inside the cramped janitor's closet, I locked the door behind me, plunging us into darkness. His groans filled the small sp
