Stake walked around his table and handed Rich the glass of water. “Drink this. All of it.”
Rich didn’t hesitate, downing the liquid in several large gulps before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. If he didn’t know any better, he’d swear it was only water. “Am I allowed to ask what was in it?” he inquired, returning the glass to the mage, who set it back on the table.
“Elvin wood,” the sorcerer admitted. “As well as a few other ingredients.”
“What’s it gonna do to me?” Strangely, Rich wasn’t afraid to learn what he’d consumed. He had to have complete faith in this man in order for the magic to work. If modern medicine couldn’t help Rose, sorcery was all he had left.
Stake focused on Rich’s face. “You’re going to feel heat coursing through you. The heat of anger. Of overriding
