Stretching with all my length, I snagged the spewing potion and brought it close to my face. Nighty-night, asshole.
I breathed in deeply as Jaxson dropped down to my side.
The gas tasted like bubblegum and smelled like marshmallows. A soothing sense of freedom washed over me like warm rain on a summer’s day. Every muscle in my body began to relax.
I didn’t have control anymore. But neither did Dragan, and that was all that mattered.
His rage and fury strained against the limits of my soul, and then, with a sudden release of tension, he was gone, and I was at peace.
I rolled onto my back as darkness closed in around my vision.
All I could see was Jaxson’s mask bending over me and tree branches swimming in a sea of clouds. I clumsily reached up and brushed my fingers along the edge of his mask, and laughed.
“Savannah, are you okay?”
I frowned as my vision spun. “I was just thinking that you kind of look like Darth Vader in that thing…but in a sexy way…Darth Jaxson. Hot Vader. I’ll workshop it…”
“What?” he asked, confusion dancing in his voice like the waves of darkness that danced in my eyes.
I felt my arm drop to the ground. The strange grass was soft, like an old linen comforter. I realized my eyes were closed. An absolutely crucial thought ran through my mind, and even though my lips felt leaden, I forced the words out. “You know, I’ve only ever watched the original…”
Darkness took me.