That's what everyone was drinking. That's what I drank!" I shuddered.
"You also drank it in its pure form," noted Jake, watching for my reaction, "straight from the source."
"Oh Lord," I realized.
"The goblet. I thought it was some sort of date-rape drug."
"In some ways it was," Scholes told me gently.
"His blood, in its crystal form, serves as a self-enhancement that can be tolerated by mortals—and immortals—because it's diluted. In its concentrated form, it's too much to handle. It's disorienting. It goes beyond amplification of skills. It overloads the system, making you feel insanely good and susceptible to physical touch and strong emotion."
Hence my reaction to his advances—and subsequent attack on Alec. Of course, I was still so mad at the former drummer that I half believed my actions wouldn't have been any different sans ambrosia.
"That's so disgusting," I muttered.
