Only fifteen minutes had passed since Zaya had eaten the questionable pastry, and already, things had taken a turn for the worse.
Zaya had gone from lighthearted joking to a full-on stomach clutching, face scrunched in pain, as if she were wrestling with a demon inside her which, considering she was half-demon, didn't seem that far-fetched.
"I told you that thing looked cursed," Lise muttered, rolling her eyes as she stood beside Zaya, who was doubled over in her chair.
Zaya groaned. "It wasn't cursed. I just underestimated how much poison I could handle." She winced as her stomach gave another angry growl, and her eyes widened. "I think I'm dying."
"You're not dying, Zaya," I said, but I couldn't help the smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth. "Just regretting your life choices."
Another groan escaped her as she clutched her stomach. "It feels like I ate a troll."
