"How long does it take to kick in?" Phoenix asked, holding the glass of the herb mixture carefully in both hands like it might suddenly bite him.
"A few minutes," I replied with a small smile.
Phoenix lifted the glass slightly and sniffed it again, immediately grimacing. "It smells disgusting."
"It also looks disgusting," Jamie added from the far end of the kitchen. He had planted himself there the moment I started boiling the herbs and had refused to take even a single step closer to the table since. His face was twisted in open disgust, his nose wrinkled like the smell alone offended him.
We were in my house—more specifically, my kitchen. Phoenix had agreed he wanted it gone tonight, and once he made the decision, everything had moved quickly.
