Soren's head felt dizzy and he quickly turned around to look at the door. Xaviell stood there with an unsettling smile wrapping his face.
"I was shocked as well to find out that we are quite compatible with our medical records," Xaviell sounded coy, "which means that much amount of pheromone exposure would make you lose your mind pretty much in seconds and you can't control yourself anymore."
Soren lapped to the exit and pushed him aside, reaching the lock. Before he could something stung his shoulder, it was an injection. Xaviell pulled him away from the door, making him lose balance and he fell onto the floor.
Xaviell laughed maniacally, "look at your expressions! You didn't know? If you are rich enough you can even buy producers."
