Elena POV

I forced down the urge to throw up as the last bit of the powder touched the back of my throat and forced myself to swallow.

Once I was done contemplating the several techniques I could use to peel off the top layer of my tongue, I glared at the empty packet as if it personally offended me.

Never in my life have I tasted something so foul that it immediately had me wishing I could pull my tongue out from my mouth, and give it a few rinses in a washing machine or something of ...