Riley’s POV

Leslie did not waste time after I told her what I was planning. She moved fast to a small table in the corner of the room and mixed something in a glass bottle. The liquid was dark and thick and smelled sharp, like herbs and something metallic.

She brought it over to Cane and carefully lifted his head, pouring the concoction into his mouth little by little. Some of it dripped down his chin, but most of it went down his throat. She wiped his mouth gently and stepped back, looking at me with worried eyes.

“It will stir him,” she said quietly. “But it will make him...