Poisoned

"She's going to get you what you ordered last time. You should sent a mental shout-out if you want that changed," Nora advised him, then a smile crawled across her face. "And hello."

Nora knew when Aden had sent the shout-out. Ranna let out a sharp string of expletives, spinning around and looking first at Nora, who was giggling. Nora wouldn't giggle if she had done it, Ranna knew. She would be running, and it hadn't sounded like her voice, anyway. Which left Aden, because no one else was stupid enough to shout that loud at her in her head.

A sly smile curled up at the corners of her lips, reaching her eyes and making them squint.

"Uh-oh," Nora whispered, humor still in her voice.

"Uh-oh, what?" Aden asked, panic starting to accumulate in his throat. What had he done? Ranna was sure to kill him!

"You probably don't want to drink what she brings you," Nora said. "More likely than not, it's poisoned."