Emma
“I’m not drinking that.”
I scrunch up my nose, taking a step back. “No way!”
Corvina lets her arms slump, sighing. “Oh, come one, Emma. Do you know how rare this potion is? You should feel honoured that I want to give it to you.”
“I don’t care how rare it is. What even is this broth? And why is it black?” Crossing my arms, I press my lips together like a small child not wanting to eat their broccoli.
“It’s a magic potion,” she tries to explain enthusiastically. “Something that will help you cope with everything. Your way out of this crazy situation and escape from a gruesome death.”
I bounce on my heels, loosening my grip to hug myself. “Well, I got that much…and yeah, sure.”
She exhales exhaustedly, turning to take a cup out of her cupboard. “Listen, I know that it doesn
