The aphrodisiac, that has to be it. I absolutely need to increase my [Level-headed] skill. Being a prisoner of my emotions… that was a vulnerability I couldn't afford.
As I headed toward the tent exit, a hand closed around my wrist.
"Let go of me, Olivia."
"Or what? You're going to kill me?" she retorted, moving closer and frowning in turn. A spark of defiance shone in her golden eyes.
"But what the hell do you want from me in the end?"
"I want an answer! Were you sent by Adrian? Is that why you're here? To kill me and make it look like an accident in the rift?"
Irritation rose in me, mixed with that confusing, burning sensation. My head was aching, and her insistence was making me dizzy. I no longer quite understood what we were talking about. I just wanted to leave, to regain a bit of clarity.
"What are you talking about? I just want…"
