Awakened
I said softly.
I took a deep, celebratory swallow. The liquid was cloyingly sweet, with a sharp, metallic aftertaste that clung to the back of my throat. I frowned, looking down at the glass.
"That tastes strange. Is it a vintage?"
I didn't get an answer.
A sudden, violent spark of heat ignited in the center of my chest. It spread with terrifying speed, a jagged line of fire racing through my veins. My hand began to tremble, the glass slipping from my numb fingers and shattering against the stone.