Chapter 37 Violet's pov 

My eyes cracked open and I felt a sharp sting of an injection in my arm. The second one that I'd been aware of. As my vision came into focus I saw a woman scowling at me.

"Who are you?" I asked curiously. The woman's eyes widened and she looked at the man in exuberance.

"It worked Randall, I can't believe that propranolol worked!" She was chuckling, kissing the man's cheek.

"She will need regular injections for it to hold but the other serum will only be needed a few more times," the man growled. She turned back to face me and my eyes narrowed.

"You're 713 and my house slave. You were injured and have been brought back from the brink of death from silver poisoning," the familiar woman said as she lifted my arm showing me my brand. Some of what she said seemed legit. I remember preparing food and had a fuzzy recollection of being branded. I was pulled to an upright position and rubbed my heavy eyes. I felt like I'd woken from a long nap. My upper thigh I could feel was wrapped in band