With this...
Adam stood on the balcony, a small vial of clear liquid in his hand, hazels staring intently on it. HE didn't like the idea of killing another man. But he didn't think he had much of a choice. He had hurt Emma. And he was probably going to kill whatever child they would make together. It was more for that child than for Emma that he was doing this. His baby. His kin. His blood.
Adam walked into the bedroom, hiding the vial in a security box beneath the bed....
Adam walked into the bedroom, hiding the vial in a security box beneath the bed....