Traits

Blythe POV

Dread ran down my skin as I looked at the small bottle of potion. It was evident that it was a potion because of the green bubbly liquid it had inside. The liquid was frothing, spitting bubbles as if boiling, even though the bottle was cool to touch. This meant only one thing—the potion was a very strong one.

“I will not drink this,” I said in a quaky voice. “Are you trying to kill me?”