My vision narrowed on the lone bottle of liquid fire inside the cabinet. The chromatic silver flakes floating with the mixture shimmer every time the light touches them. If it wasn't associated with my nightmare-inducing memories, I could've admitted that it did look pretty.
Vincent followed my gaze, and he raised an eyebrow at me when he saw the bottle.
"Are you in need of the medicine? That's the last one, but Mr. Crows will send us another batch of stocks tomorrow," he said.
Medicine? Mr. Crows?
My mind couldn't comprehend what the stall owner was saying.
Gently, Malik pried my hands away from his sleeve and held them instead. His warmth soothed me, and my breathing started slowing down.
"Avery, are you okay?" Malik asked, his concern evident.
I took one last look at the bottle a
