Chapter 60

　　"Drink it," Novalee said.

　　She slammed the mug onto the wooden table. The dark herbal tea sloshed over the rim, staining the pine.

　　Luka did not move. Robert did not move.

　　"Now," Novalee snapped, her fingers tightening around a silver dagger. "Before it cools. The magic requires heat."

　　Luka ...