Chapter 39. Don't Let Her Sleep

June's POV

Maren came at a run in her nightgown with her bag already open.

She took one look at Edda's waxy face and snatched the cup off the floor and touched it to her own tongue. Her expression didn't change. It didn't need to.

"How much did you drink?" she snapped.

"Half," Edda whispered. "Less. It was bitter. I thought the leaves were old."

"How long ago?"

"I don't know. Before dawn. A while." Edda's eyes were drifting. "I'm so tired, Maren. I just want to lie down."

"No," I said.

They both looked at me.

"Don't let her lie down." My heart was pounding. "Edda, you told me. Years ago. In the kitchen. When one of the dogs got into the root sack." I grabbed her cold hands. "You said, Walk it. Don't let it sleep. The root slows the heart, and sleep slows it more. Walk it till the ro