He paused and looked back at me. His gaze was as cold as it always was.
He blinked.
“Well?” I hissed. “Aren’t you going to answer me?”
“I hope your current vagueness is not an attempt at effecting some sense of mystery...” He c****d an eyebrow.
“What--?”
“Precisely,” he said. “What are you talking about?”
I growled at him. “In the forest! You attacked me.”
He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Hardly.”
“You made me drink something. What was it?” I glared at him. “Did you turn me? Did you—”
“I would not have wasted the effort,” he said. “Nor would I have needed to. It doesn’t matter what I gave you, only that it saved your life and stopped Damian from taking your power.”
The fact that he wouldn’t answer made me even more suspicious. It did matter. Whatever he’d given me had changed
