Elena POV
A shiver ran down my spine as I pressed down the urge to throw up. The last bit of the powder had just touched the back of my throat and I clamped my lips shut until I was able to force myself to swallow it.
Once I was done contemplating the several techniques I could use to peel off the top layer of my tongue, I glared at the empty packet as if it personally offended me.
Never in my life have I tasted something so foul that it immediately had me wishing I could pull my tongue out from my mouth, and give it a few rinses in a washing machine or something of equal capacity.
Or maybe I could just pull out the whole organ and toss it away. Would probably be faster.
I breathed evenly and slowly as I waited for the effects of the drug to fully kick in.
Just like Carter had said
