The arrow is now in the middle. Young lady, do not make one single move without me. Do not budge. Do not plan. Do not speak of what you have decided. Take the potion and do not use the antidote. I trust you. I will come for you in the morning.” “And then?” I pressed. “What did he say after that?” Emma walked out of my bathroom dressed in a red bikini. “I told you,” she said. “He’s on to whatever you’re doing.” “And that’s all he said to tell me? Really? There has to be more.” “There isn’t. Unless you count the kiss. He’s a Ewing, they have a tendency to kiss phones and love on you from miles away.” I regretted drinking my afternoon dose of the potion. Now that he’d forbidden me from the antidote, and obviously knew about what I was going to do, I was annoyingly in the dark on my own plan. “What do you think about this one?” Emma asked. “Too much?” I shook my head. It was appropriate for the dinner-turned-beach party Sophia had planned at our house tonight.
