The Sickened Luna's Last Chance
one of my Gammas said, stepping forward, “Omega Lilith made a suggestion—she said she can make a minor truth serum.”
I turned in my chair to look at him. “Pardon?”
The Gamma sighed and gestured to the door. The other Gamma opened it and let Lilith enter the room. “I heard she’s giving you trouble,” she said, holding up a small vial. “I made this truth serum from some of the herbs in the garden. It’s said to have tongue-loosening effects.”
I lifted a brow at that, but at this point, I’d been through too much to deny the possibility of such a serum. If curses and witches and dark rituals were real, then who was to say that truth serums weren’t?
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