Prim watched as the maid finally picked the cup up and began to pull it close to her lips.
Then she let go, but Prim caught the cup, even though half of the liquid spilled, and scalded her.
She pushed her down to a seat, gripped her chin even as the maid struggled to fight her off, and turned every last drop down her throat.
She moved back, shaking, as the cup fell from her hand and crashed to the floor, shocked at what she had just done.
Did she really have darkness in her?
Could she be like Egan when pushed? This was the second time someone had pushed her, and she did what she would never have thought she was capable of.
She walked back to bed and watched the maid at the other end of their stadium-sized bedroom, desperately trying to gag so she could vomit the tea.
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