Euphoric
Ilyana dug deeper. Her heart stuttered as raw panic grasped her heart. Sweat lined her forehead as she picked up the clothes and started throwing them wildly in order to find her potion. No one knew about it, not even Theodir. She had kept that a secret for so many years. Her hands went deeper through all her gown and jewelry but she couldn't find the little velvet box in which she had kept it. Panic went out of control as her breath became ragged. Where did the box go?