“Asher?” she asked, her head corkscrewing. “Which one of these little morsels of confusion is Asher?” Her magic eye was open, the one upon the center of her forehead. The one I wasn’t supposed to look at because it would drive me insane. It would make me blind. The potion I took was supposed to protect me, but right then, at that moment, I knew. I knew it wouldn’t work. Not on me.
