ELENA’S POV

When I blinked open, Casperall was blinking at me. I sat up startled. “Casperall, what are you doing here?” I asked, sitting up and wiping my face groggily. I felt self conscious about being seen when I just woke up.

“Good morning, precious Elena. Did you sleep well?” she asked. She gave me a warm glass. I took it in both my hands, grateful for the warmth.

“What is this?” I asked, looking into the cup. The dark green liquid swirled in the cup reflected the light. I ...