DAISY'S POV

Then she waved her hand, and the thorny vines holding us dissolved.

"I'll consider your proposal," she said.

"Does that mean you'll cure my poisoning?" I asked hopefully.

Lucy nodded and pulled a small vial from her pocket.

"Drink this," she said, handing it to me.

I hesitated. "How do I know this is really the antidote?"

"You don't," Lucy admitted. "But I just gave you my word that I would consider your proposal. Killing you now would make that impossible."

I took the vial and drank it quickly. It tasted like bitter herbs mixed with something metallic.

Almost immediately, I felt the cold poison in my veins...