“Francis,” I say peeking my head through my bedroom door. He walks over and comes out to the hallway.
“Pansy,” I say handing him the cup. He takes it from me, bringing it to his nose and scrunching it in distaste.
“It smells so sour. How would he not notice?”
“I think he has been drinking it for a while. He's not consuming enough to kill him or anything. But definitely enough to disorient him and make it harder to control his wolf.”
“Ok. Does he need an antidote or something?” Francis asks, looking concerned.
“I’m sure he will be fine after a couple of hours of sleep. I need to figure out where it came from.”
“Look at you, not even sworn in and still taking care of him” Francis smirks at me and I look at him weirdly.
“I can hardly get sworn in if he is dead.”
“I thought you said he
