*Flashback*
Calixto tried to move his head but it was still as heavy as a rock. He looked at his father and he didn't have to let him read his mind to know that he was furious at him, which he had no idea why. If someone should be furious it should be him.
He relaxed his body and tried to lift his pinky finger and got frustrated even though he could not do it. His body was not strong enough to fight the poison at a quicker pace than it used to. He should do something about it but for now, he should focus on fighting off the one in his bloodstream because Iris was still unconscious in her seat.
The massive chair made her look so small—like a ragdoll. Her head was slumped on her shoulder and her wrists were tied to the armchair. He had to take every once in control of his body and not show any emotion on his face because he knew why Iris was treated that way. His father was testing him.
