Worth More Dead

TALIA POV

I woke up choking on thick, acrid smoke. My lungs burned with every ragged breath, struggling to pull clean air into my chest. A foul, bitter liquid flooded my mouth. I gagged on the taste, tossing my head to the side.

"Drink this." My elderly grandmother pressed a carved wooden cup against my cracked lips.

I pushed the cup away with a weak, trembling hand. "What is that?"

"Moonflowe