"Who else knows how to make a potion like that that worked that well?" Sara said sardonically. To her it was obvious. "It's her little 'revenge' on me for hurting her girlfriend." Sara spoke "girlfriend" with bitterness.
Accepting the glass of water, Sara sat up slowly, resting her back on the headboard of the bed. She brought the glass to her lips and took a large gulp, sighing at the cool feeling as it rushed down her throat.
"I don't know." Sara shrugged. She was tempted to just out Tracey, using her trump card, but something in her stopped her. "I'll get her back though." She said stubbornly.