The word 'husband' was upsetting to him. Adam's jaw clenched and the tension ran down his shoulders into his limbs. "I'm going to change that," he said with a thin line of anger shimmering beneath his voice.
He was good with a syringe. He'd been palming it the whole time. With a quick movement, the metal stuck into Reagan's arm, and Adam pressed down the plunger.
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