Samantha was given the duty of serving food, and as she made her way through the narrow corridor, her heartbeat was loud enough that she could almost hear it echo. Her palms were damp with sweat, but her face bore the calm expression of a servant who had done this countless times. Underneath her gown, tightly strapped to her skin, was the potion Eldrin had given her — the same shimmering liquid she’d taken to Freya earlier. It was faintly warm, as though alive, humming softly like it ...