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“Truth elixir? Your potion contains truth elixir?”
“Well…for now it does until I can figure something else out.”
In about two minutes she would be incapable of lying whenever someone asked her a question.
Rylan bit his lip. “I’m sorry.”
“Trust me, I’ve taken my fair share of untested potions before.” Mostly for her scar, to no avail. “How much longer?”
He checked the clock again. “Another minute. How are things with Dawson? I heard he made a rather bold move at the opera.”
“You seriously want me to talk about Dawson?”
“I’ll know when the potion kicks in because normally you tend to avoid talking about him.” He grinned.
“Nice try,” she said, standing up. “What about your love life? We never talk about that.”
He groaned. “That’s because there is nothing to talk about. I spend my time talking to books, scrolls, and potions.”
“You’re telling me, out of the entire student body, there’s not a single man who interests you?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Names.”
“Not a chance. I’m not the one on truth elixir.”
“Just one name. Or I’ll start guessing.”
His eyes scanned the clock. “How’s Dawson in bed?”
“Best sex I’ve ever had.” She slapped her hands over her mouth.
Rylan chuckled. “Sorry. Seems the potion is working.”
“Next time, I’d rather you throw a spell at me to test it.”
He laughed and shot a shackling spell at her. Her right hand twitched with the instinct to block it, but she didn’t move and the spell bounced off her skin.
“It really works,” she said, staring at herself.
“Told you.”
The possibilities of the potion seemed endless, and she immediately began thinking about how she could use it in her quest against the council.
“All right, I guess I’m going to lock myself in my room for the next thirty minutes,” she said. “Great work, Rylan. This is incredible.”
He smiled proudly. Mira walked back to the Dark Magic wing and then flipped her coin to get to her room. When she materialized again and caught her coin, her blood froze because she stood in a massive bedroom with tall windows, a dark green duvet on the four-poster bed, and an exquisite marble floor covered in expensive rugs. She knew exactly where she was.
“Hello, Winters,” Dawson said, leaning against the doorframe with one shoulder, one leg crossed elegantly over the other. “This is a pleasant surprise.”
Even this late he was still dressed in slacks and a pristine white shirt and tie, although he had ditched the waistcoat.
“I…I made a mistake.” She stumbled over her words, wondering what on earth had gone wrong.
Instead of home, she had coin traveled straight into Aidric Dawson’s bedroom.
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