Chapter 7

"You do work for Faust, don't you?" Grady hissed

"Wolfsbane? No, this is moonshine mixed with aconitum," I insisted.

"Aconitum is wolfsbane," Archer muttered.

"Okay," I said, drawing the word out. "My baba makes monthly deliveries of it to a man named Gabriel, not Faust. This month, he was...held up, so I volunteered to take it."

"Gabriel is Faust's second-in-command," Grady ground out, his voice rough and sharp and heavy with accusation. "Wolfsbane is the reason we're - "

"Okay, just hold on." Archer turned and raised his hand at Grady then set my eyes back down on the other side of the room. They flicked back and forth between the men and me, and the pup whimpered. "Why does your pa - baba - make these deliveries?"

I shrugged because the reason seemed so obvious. "For money so we don't starve. Once I'm able, I'm going to Gabriel to deliver it."

"The hell you are." Grady started for the bed, but Archer held him back.