Familial Conflict
“I
t’s hard to believe,” Levi said as he stared at the blue bottle in his hand. “How do you even make something like this?”
“How do you shoot magical blades at people, and how does Neil teleport us thousands of kilometers at a time?” Christen scoffed before continuing, “And how does Silas heal wounds in seconds, or Eleanor’s arrows appear from thin air or—”
“Yeah, yeah, I get it. No need to be a b***h,” Levi said, handing the potion back to Silas, who was keeping them for now.
“Sorry I hurt your feelings—me being a b***h has totally nothing to do with my stomach being constantly on fire,” she said sarcastically.
“Sorry…” Silas apologized meekly. He was still trying to heal it, but all he could do was keep it in check as the power of the curse slowly ran itself out.
