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I didn’t even do anything.
Raising the brim of the glass to my nose, I take a whiff of the silvery liquid, and my eyes immediately water.
“Too strong for you, huh?” Shade grins, but then casts an edgy glance at Jules.
Now what’d I do?
“No,” I lie. The drink smells like fire.
“It’s better if she doesn’t drink it. Humans are too weak for our drinks. They’re too weak period.” Jules’ pierced lips curl into a cruel smirk as his hard eyes set on me. “I don’t know why the rulers even let humans into our realms, other than to make us suffer through your boring visits and stupid, relentless questions. If you want to visit our realm, you should educate yourselves about us so we don’t have to deal with your stupidity.”
What a fucking asshole! I haven’t felt this irritated since I lived in foster care.
Heat flickers inside me, a fire I wasn’t aware existed, and I find myself lowering the glass from my lips. “Maybe humans are educated about your realm, but we have to ask stupid questions because your rules and traditions are so stupid that they make no sense at all. And yeah, we might be weak in terms of magical strength, but at least we don’t abuse our strength to hurt someone for no damn reason.” My fingers wander to the scars on my abdomen, remnants of the attack.
Jules’ smirk dwindles and his lips part. I don’t wait to hear whatever foul words are about to pass across those pretty lips of his, though.
“And if I’m so weak, then how come I can do this and you can’t?” I throw my head back and down a huge swallow. Then I smile smugly as I lower the glass from my lips, the liquid slipping down my throat. No, not slipping. Scalding.
Panic flares in my veins as a fire ignites in my lungs.
Oh, my God, I’m being burned alive from the inside, the drink tearing apart my esophagus and ripping the air from my lungs. I gasp for air, the glass falling from my hand, and the rest of drink spilling across the table.
“Fuck, don’t let it touch you.” Legend shoves me out of the way as the liquid trickles off the edge of the table and pools onto the bench.
My shoulder bumps into Jules and a whimper fumbles from my lips as I struggle to get oxygen into my singed lungs.
“I thought you said she was human,” Jules growls at Legend as he grabs my hips and drags me onto his lap.
“I never said that,” Legend snaps, wiping up the spilled drink with a cloth napkin. “You just assumed.”
Legend is panicking, which makes me panic even more.
I can’t breathe. I’m on fire. Because I drank a silver vodka drink. I think I might even be dying. Why? Silver isn’t bad for humans. Only werewolves.
Am I …? Am I a werewolf?
No, there’s no way that can be true! I’m from the Common Realm.
Aren’t I?
Oh, my God, if I’m a werewolf and just drank silver, I’m going to die!
“Shade, Rune, go see if you can find some Lily Kiss to give her,” Jules barks out. Then his wide eyes land on me. He grips my waist and turns me toward him, smelling my neck. “Why don’t you have a scent?” He tears his eyes off me and glances at Legend. “I thought she looked familiar when I first saw her … And her eyes …” He’s struggling to breathe evenly. “But her name doesn’t match up, and she doesn’t have a scent.”
“I know that. That’s why I brought her here.” Legend scoots closer to us, his words rushing out of him. “She doesn’t remember much of her life, but I sensed something was different about her the moment I met her. After spending some time with her, I started questioning if she was a werewolf and someone was hunting her, so that only upped my suspicions. Tonight, when I finally got let out of that hellhole of a realm, I brought her here to see if you knew who she belonged to … to find out if I was right … that she is a werewolf.” He yanks his fingers through his hair as he stares at me with remorse. “Fuck, please tell me that this Lily Kiss stuff will reverse whatever that drink’s doing to her.”
“It might if they can find some in time.” Jules’ fingers dig into my hips, the muscles in his lean arms bulging as he stares into my eyes. “I’m so sorry. I know it hurts.” He seems so torn up, so haunted.
I want to hug him and tell him everything will be okay. A strange reaction considering I barely know him and was pissed off at him moments ago. And because he’s also trying to say I’m a werewolf.
No, it can’t be true.
The drink was just too strong. I just need to breathe through it.
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale …Oxygen abruptly rushes into my lungs, the fiery ache in my chest subsiding. The pain in my throat diminishes, too.
“Thank God,” I breathe in relief, relaxing back against the table. “I’m not a wolf.”
