Chapter Twenty-Four
“I…” Sam hesitated as she stared at the amber tea in her dainty mug. A perfectly innocent cup of tea, or so he made out. She looked at Lilith for help but the other woman was happily sipping from her mug. If she was doing it, maybe it wasn’t a problem then?
“I insist,” Fickle sang.
Sam let out a tight breath. “... Sure.”
Tentatively, she brought the steaming mug up to her lips. Some of the aroma whirled up and filled her nose with warm and foreign notes. There was something slightly spicy about the whole scent but not in an unpleasant way.
If she really had to…
She took the smallest sip, drawing in enough air to cool the scalding hot tea. At first, it tasted like nothing but hot water. It took a second before the taste unfolded on her palate and filled her mouth w
