The taste was… efficient. Two hours later, I approved my first hostile takeover memo without reading the fine print.
I looked into the black liquid. It swirled with geometric patterns that hurt my fae-touched retinas. “This is distilled from the tears of the damned.” You Can-t Corrupt Me- -Tale of the Naive Elven ...
“Don’t,” I said. “Run.”
“What’s wrong?” I asked, kneeling. (Mistake one.) The taste was… efficient
I stood up. I pulled off my lanyard.
That night, I looked in a mirror. My ears were still pointy. My skin still glowed faintly with the light of the elder wood. But my eyes had a new shade—the gray of a spreadsheet cell. You Can-t Corrupt Me- -Tale of the Naive Elven ...