My head swam, and my heart pounded in my chest as I stumbled through the garden, the night air cold against my skin. The effects of whatever potion Ava had forced down my throat were taking hold fast, and I felt like I was moving through thick fog.
It was so hard for me to move, to stand, to know what was happening. My legs felt like they were moving through a pool of honey. Why couldn’t I move right? Why couldn’t I think straight? What was going on?
Panic gripped me as I tried to stay upright, my vision blurring at the edges.
“Monica!” I called out, my voice trembling, barely above a whisper. “Anyone…?”
Silence was my only answer, broken only by the sound of my own ragged breathing. I could hear faint laughter from the party in the distance, but it felt a million miles away. Ava’s la
