Renwick’s fingers reached out for the blue bottle at her words, but Rua was faster. She snatched the bottle off the table and brought it to her lips, sculling the bitter fluid back with a grimace. Renwick leapt up from behind his desk. “No!” In a split second, he was around the desk. Grabbing the empty bottle from her hand, he stared at it in horror. “You drank it all?” Terror filled his face. “It’s too much Rua. It’s nearly too much for me, and I am used to it.” Renwick bolted to the curtains and shouted at his guards, “Fetch a brown witch healer. Now!” Rushing back to her, Renwick stood a
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