Remember the last time you ignored my warning?” He poked me in the neck, and I batted his hand away. “I also remember you telling me how witchberries were harmless, and the next thing I knew, I was half-delirious and falling all over myself,” I said, recalling the afternoon from a few weeks ago. I’d had hallucinations for hours afterward, and Lucien had laughed himself sick – enough so that Tamlin had chucked him into the reflection pool.