She didn’t drink.
To the untrained eye, it was a carafe—a breathtaking swirl of amethyst glass, its curves mimicking the soft folds of a rose about to bloom. But to Mara, a restoration artist who spoke to broken things, it was a scream trapped in crystal.
With a scream, she hurled the Voluptuous Xtra 1 against the iron floor. It shattered into a thousand amethyst teeth.
The dimly lit room smelled of ozone and old vinyl. In the center, on a plush velvet pedestal, sat the object of whispered legends: the .
The taste was a thunderclap.