Cool liquid touched Megan's lips and she instinctively licked them. It was sweet like honey but not as thick or sticky. She pried her eyes open. Levx's bedroom swam around her. His scent like roasted marshmallows and campfires wafted around her.

"Levx?" Her voice sounded hoarser than she thought it would.

"Take it easy, have some more tonic," Dena said.

"What happened?" She took the silver flask from the woman and sipped. Last thing she remembered was ...