Emma wore the dress she Shira had given to her—a white long skirt with a white blouse. She wore a thick brown sweater over it. "What happened to me?" she asked as she tied damp her hair in a high bun.
"You were… drugged. Heavily!" Shira let out a ragged breath.
Emma gasped. She recalled the amount of food she had eaten and Lazarus was the one who fed her. Did he drug her? The idea made her feel horrible, but she couldn't come to hate Lazarus. All she could think was of his well being. "And what about Lazarus?" She wondered if he drugged her just because he wanted to mark her. But that was a ridiculous thought. He always restrained himself from marking her
Seeing that Emma was silent for a long time, Shira turned over her shoulder and said, "Even he was drugged, but the effect of the drug on you two was different. He is a strong Lorean and you are a human."
