Fake Bond of the Lycan Lords
"Hold your tongue while I put on a robe."
"Drink this," Novalee says, thrusting a heavy glass into my hands the moment her mother disappears behind the wooden partition.
"What is this rubbish?" I ask, staring down at the cloudy water.
"Just swallow it," Novalee says.
I drain the glass in one hard gulp, the liquid burning like liquid silver down my throat.
"You have a terrible habit of rushing things," Novalee says, snatching the empty glass back.
"Give me more," I say, my hand reaching out of pure reflex as my stomach stops spinning.
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