Charlotte's P.O.V.
I took the glass with a shaky hand from my brother, who was looking at me while he was studying me. “Still in a lot of pain huh?” He asked it as a question, but I knew it was more of an observation. I just gave him a small smile, my eyes never leaving the glass. The brew inside of it looked… awful to say the least. I swallowed as I looked up at Mason, a look on his face I wasn’t familiar with yet.
“Please babe, drink it, I promise it will make you feel better.” My throat felt like a desert, so a nice beverage would be fine. I just wasn’t so sure about this particular one, sitting in my hands.
“How did you know how to make this?” I asked Mason, and looking at my brother next, since I had no idea who came up with this thing I was holding.
“Nana.” Mason whispered as
