Johnston followed suit, his movements precise and controlled.
"Erica," he murmured gently. As he applied the liquid to his face, his eyes briefly closed as though searching for an inner connection. I grabbed the last bottle and mirrored their actions.
I pretended to perform a ritual by closing my eyes for an extra moment and taking a deep breath, as though I were absorbing power from the bottle. The air around us seemed charged with unusual energy, and I could feel their eyes on me, observing my every action with suspicion.
All three of them gazed at me intently until I opened my eyes and smiled, exuding a sense of calmness and reassurance.
"This will enable you to maintain your connection with them," I assured, my voice steady. "Please, be assured they are safe. They'll be back with
