Eden Grace

The heavy crystal cup felt unnaturally cold as Cassian held it out, the pitch-black liquid inside swirling with a dense, viscous weight.

A faint, sweet scent of crushed roots and something rich and bitter drifted up from the brew, thick enough to cling to the back of Eden's throat.

Her medical brain instinctively tried to analyze the complex herbal scent, but the recipe was entirely unknown to her.

​"What is this?" Eden asked, her voice tight.

Cassian tilted his head, a slow, terrifying smile spreading across his face, his eyes gleaming with a manic, dark brilliant sheen.

“This..? This is the key to your freedom, Eden. Drink this...