“Should I do it?” Aran asked innocently. I rolled my eyes at her and took a long drag from the end. The enchanted smoke burned a trail down my esophagus, and it felt like a fire was lit in my lungs as I blew out the bright-blue smoke. Aran modulated her tone, so it resembled my scratchy, broken voice. “Drugs are bad and kill people.” I settled into bed beside her and took another long draw.
