CHAPTER 225
Then Argon carefully reached toward the syringe but stopped midway. "Damn it..." He withdrew his hand again. "No. It's still a no."
Neither of them dared grab it. One wrong movement. One accidental prick. That was all it would take.
Gandrik slowly circled to Livius' other side, trying to find an angle where he could safely take the syringe away.
"Livius."
The healer looked between the two wolves.
"If we're going to inject this into His Majesty, I need to know whether the antidote itself causes any immediate reaction."
"There has to be another way," Gandrik insisted.
"There isn't."
"You don't know that."
"I do." Livius lowered his eyes to the syringe. "I won't gamble with the king's life."
Argon dragged both hands over his face in frustration.
"So instead you'll gamble with yours?"
