LUCIUS’ POV:
My father coughed more times than I wanted to count, and while the room was cast into silence, I looked to Cassia and found her already slumping.
I wondered for a split second what they must have given us and how long we had before we met the same fate.
I shook her and her eyes snapped open, blood veins were already tracing steps in her eyes. I could see just how much whatever was in that drink was affecting her and how much she was trying to stay awake.
Again, I tried to speak to her but my throat was so itchy, so scratchy, no sound came out of my mouth.
I was forced to look between my father and Cassia as I stretched a hand towards him to help.
However, his hands were still firmly pressed to his own throat and I took a good hold of his garment.
If I could just get his
