“I wouldn’t drink that if I were you.”
The murmured words made me freeze with the crystal glass against my lips. The liquid inside sloshed, silver bubbles fizzing into my face.
He stood a sharp shadow against the garden wall, one foot braced behind him. I tilted my head, trying to make out his features with the castle lanterns glowing behind me. He eased forward, thin lips in a smirk. “I prepared the moon glow myself this year, you see.”
I lowered the glass and lifted my chin. “Ah, you must be the Enchanter’s infamous vintner.”
His gaze dropped to the glowing liquid. “Call me what you will, he wanted that for a specific person. I’ve no idea how you came across it.”
I’d grabbed it off a counter in the kitchen on my way to flee the party and the Enchanter’s heavy gaze, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. “How do you know it wasn’t me?”
His raised brow disappeared into his black hair. “You’re a little shorter than seven feet, which is the size he told me to brew it for.”
Curiosity kindled in me, and I bit my lip. “What would it do to someone my size?”
He edged closer. “If I told you, I’d have to dispose of you.”
Only one way to find out then. I toasted his widening eyes and swallowed half the moon glow in one go.
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