I wished more than ever that I knew how to manipulate the Cornucopia’s power. As Ares continued to swallow mouthful after mouthful of nectar, that was all I could think of. If I did, surely I could stop him from drowning himself in it as he was now. But all I could do was urge him with gentle pleas to wake up and return to himself.
I barely felt the draw of the nectar, even as I watched the glimmering rivulets trickle down Ares’s chin to evaporate seconds later. Yes, I wanted to taste it. Yes, I felt its hazy influence crowding at the edges of my mind and threatening to infect me, but the almost desperate strength of Ares’s grip on my forearm kept me anchored to the real world.
Because I could feel him shaking this time, minute tremors that I had never noticed before. Had I simply missed
