Oh. I suppose that answers my question of if I'm the first.
A new flood of hope rolls through me and I have to squash it quick before it gets out of control, but I still can't help the smile that tugs at my lips. I glance down at the vial again, considering. Even if something did happen to me, I know there are plenty of magical people here who could probably fix it, either before or after Derek rips Magnus to shreds. (And, goodness, the idea of Derek doing that because of me is both thrilling and terrifying.)
Unless it kills me. There'd be no coming back from that.
But, however mischievous Magnus may be, he doesn't strike me as particularly murderous. And I think he'd know better than to kill off the friends of a werewolf.
"I want to," I finally reply, thumbing lightly at the tiny little cork at the top of the vial. "Should I, uh. Do you think it'll hurt? Should I prepare myself?"
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A new flood of hope rolls through me and I have to squash it quick before it gets out of control, but I still can't help the smile that tugs at my lips. I glance down at the vial again, considering. Even if something did happen to me, I know there are plenty of magical people here who could probably fix it, either before or after Derek rips Magnus to shreds. (And, goodness, the idea of Derek doing that because of me is both thrilling and terrifying.)
Unless it kills me. There'd be no coming back from that.
But, however mischievous Magnus may be, he doesn't strike me as particularly murderous. And I think he'd know better than to kill off the friends of a werewolf.
"I want to," I finally reply, thumbing lightly at the tiny little cork at the top of the vial. "Should I, uh. Do you think it'll hurt? Should I prepare myself?"