Cameron went wide-eyed as the potion began to splutter, sending a splash of liquid in Sloane's direction. He held out a hand as if to steady or comfort her, but the visible bumps on her arm gave him pause, and a sudden wave of guilt followed. Merlin, this was all his fault. He stood from his mouth and moved away, watching the potion bubble higher and higher until it jumped and landed in a solid goopy pile on the floor between them.
"Sloane, I'm—" he began to apologize, but the potion moved again—this time in his direction. "I'm beginning to think I wasn't meant to work with potions," he hissed out, the potion making a move for his ankles. He made a dash for Sloane, grabbing at her wrist to tug her towards the door.
"No more today, okay?" He didn't think she would argue.
"Sloane, I'm—" he began to apologize, but the potion moved again—this time in his direction. "I'm beginning to think I wasn't meant to work with potions," he hissed out, the potion making a move for his ankles. He made a dash for Sloane, grabbing at her wrist to tug her towards the door.
"No more today, okay?" He didn't think she would argue.
