I racked my brain and couldn't remember a single person who called her Maxine.
Not even the parade of friends she'd dragged to the bar over the years.
The second the door clicked shut and I was sure she was gone, I lunged for my locker and flung it open.
The second the door clicked shut and I was sure she was gone, I lunged for my locker and flung it open.
I shoved the heavy box of tonics inside and let out a sigh that felt like fixing my soul back to my body.
It wasn't just the presence of the thing; it was the psychological horror of it.
My stomach churned at the thought of doubling my daily intake of that bitter sludge.
One dose from Elara was enough to make me lose my sense of taste; if Elara found out I had a second stash, she would probably double my dosage to four packets a day, claiming it was fate that I had found more.
And I knew one more drop and it would have the opposite effect.
"Ugh."
The mere thought sent a violent shudder through my frame.
