CHAPTER ELEVEN
You know we’ve just had a bad time when we ride all the way home in silence. Not even Bo had a sarcastic remark this time.
The good thing was that, with Gillian incapacitated and the witches banished to who knew where, my home was probably safe. At least I hoped it was, because I needed to return.
I tried not to think too hard about the little vial of aconite as I downed it. The dose was the equivalent of a shot. It tasted exactly what I expected forbidden poison to taste like—intensely chemical, like it was synthesized in a lab somewhere. The chemical taste mixed with ground-up flowers that reminded me of a meadow at sunset, a hint of ginger and dirt, followed by a syrupy black licorice finish. A few seconds later, a small wave of fire erupted down my throat. My lips wen
