ZANDER'S POV
One and a half week later
"This stuff smells like s**t!" I scrunched my nose at the concoction that Isis and Ingrid brewed.
"I bet it's s**t," Carson stated matter-of-factly. "White witch's s**t probably has some magical healing properties." Carson was f*****g loving this. He was still upset with me for yelling at him to drink Isis' piss. Like I knew what was in it.
"I assure you, it only has a few herbs and spices... no witch s**t, I promise." Isis gave me a sweet smile, but that only made the whole thing a lot more suspicious.
"Just drink the thing already!" Said a frustrated Gidian.
"What if it has piss in it? What if it has s**t in..."
Gidian snapped at me. "Look Zander, I would eat mountains of s**t and drink oceans of piss if it meant I could smell sweet Lavend
