Raquel’s POV

I woke up, head full of cotton and a mind drawing blanks as to what had happened the night before. I turned to see Regulus’ hammock already made for the day, and there appeared to be a pitcher of water by my nightstand with a cup and a vial of red liquid. I snatched up the pitcher, almost forgoing the glass to chug it when I saw the note stuck to its pewter side with a knot of wax.

The note simply said in elegant script: DO NOT CHUG ...