Pinching her nose, Tessa carefully added twelve drops of the bile yellow fluid into the cauldron. One drop too many and his intestines would dissolve into a gooey mess. One drop too few and the only effect the possession spell she’d spent the last month working on would have is to ruin the taste of his overpriced espresso. Soon Jack “The Hit man” Higgins, the ultra-elite of professional assassins, would be just another mindless thug in her army. Or at least that’s what she thought until she felt the tranquilizer dart sink into the soft flesh at the back of her neck.
Okay.... take it from there!!