CHAPTER 10
SONIAThe narrow hedge row opened into a small clearing. At the center was a pedestal, upon which a bottle sat.
“Oh, nothing about this is fucky,” Sonia muttered.
She circled the pedestal. A label read “Consume me,” which was not suspicious at all. Droplets of moisture clung to the bottle. She licked her dry lips, desperate for a cold drink.
Was it water? Poison? Medicine?
Sonia grabbed the bottle from the pedestal, half-expecting the act to trigger a trap.
Nothing.
She opened the top and sniffed. It smelled sweet, like maple syrup. She checked the label again.
Consume me. Not apply to injury. What kind of strange test was this? To see if she followed vague orders? Or was too proud to accept a beverage when she was dying of thirst?
She needed to get to Caldar before the
