The memories flared inside her like fiendfyre, and she gagged through her sobs. She fumbled for her small clutch, and her arm dove inside the extendable charms. She pulled out a vial of dreamless drought and knocked it back while she scavenged for another but found none. Her tears only grew more consuming. She’d do anything not to feel. This was worse than the others had been. She hadn’t had to do two kills at once since the first time. Her stomach seized, and she vomited. She stumbled over her feet and crashed into the small table, manically reaching for any vial or potion she could find. Drought of Peace. She knocked it back and sank to the floor.