“Leave it on your tongue for a moment before you swallow it,” she suggested. “It makes the heat easier to take.”
Despite her suggestion, Yulen was forced to release her as he coughed against the potency, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. Atty wasn’t surprised to see tears in his eyes.
“Good God, what else does he put in this stuff?” he finally managed to say in a strangled voice. He tentatively sniffed the liquid.
“Fortune did say it’ll put hair on your chest, although I think I like your chest as it already is,” she teased him with a playful smile.
Yulen tried a another swallow. Again, it burned all the way down, but by the third swallow he believed he was getting the hang of it. Either that, or he’d lost all sensation from his throat to his stomach since the brew p
