Nefretiri
"All of it?" I question.
"Unfortunately." Danny grimaces at the cup. "Even the chunky bits."
Imagine going to the ocean, finding a decomposing whale lying on the beach, and then dumping a pound of compost on top. That's only half as bad as the smell of this stuff. So, squeezing my eyes tightly, I take the cup from his hand and wish I was getting a needle. Hell, I'd rather go back upstairs and risk getting pregnant. That's how bad this stuff is; I can't imagine it tasting better.
"And this is supposed to work?" I was stalling, but I don't know how long I could keep doing that.
"Bailey said it does." He was trying not to sound amused, but he was failing. "She knows what she's talking about."
