Sera's eyes went wide. She saw the pill. She saw his hand. She saw the pink tablet on his palm. She clamped her mouth shut. She turned her head. She pressed her lips together so hard that they went white.
"No—!" she said. The word was muffled. Barely audible. "Ngh—!"
Goliath grabbed her jaw.
His fingers dug into her cheeks. His thumb pressed into the hollow beneath her cheekbone. His other fingers found the hinge of her jaw. He squeezed. The pressure was precise. Targeted. He knew exactly where to press to force the jaw open without breaking it.
Sera's mouth opened.
She tried to keep it closed. Her jaw trembled. The muscles in her face strained. But his grip was royal—enhanced, unnatural, stronger than any human force she had ever resisted. Her jaw was pried open. Her lips parted. Her teeth separated. Her tongue was visible. Pink. Wet. Trembling.
Goliath placed the pill on her tongue.
