"No, thank you," Tracey said, clutching at Audrey's hands to ground her as she fought her way through the magical spasm. She wished she knew what was going on. She hated being helpless like this. What was she going to do if John Rosier decided to make sure she wasn't going to confirm the rumors about his illegal potions fetish? She didn't want Audrey caught in the middle if that happened but she also didn't want her cousin to leave her alone. It was a Catch-22.
Slowly the pain receded back to it's previous level and she relaxed back into the bed. "Do you have any Firewhiskey?" she asked with a crooked smile.