Darcy lifted the vial to her lips, and I wondered whether she was really so self-sacrificing for another Fae. Did she actually care about the dude that much? I mean shit, the only people I’d drink some random potion for were the other Heirs or my family. Darcy shut her eyes like this decision physically hurt her then took a sip, then another. I shifted in my seat then snatched it away on instinct. “That’s enough,” I muttered, stoppering the vial, and stuffing it in my pocket. She was supposed to drink it all, but whatever. That shit was potent. It would be enough.
