Chapter FOURTEEN-EMMET

After giving Mrs. O’Hare about a pint of my blood, of which she only required a few drops for the potion and the rest was burned to appease whatever forces of magic the White Witch utilized in her practices.

I did not much care for Witches, but since Jezebel’s ability seemed rooted in some kind of psychic magic, it made sense to listen to the woman.

“Here, Angel. Come on. Drink this down,” I whispered fervently, pressing a dropper into Jezebel’s mouth and rubbing her throat gently, helping her swallow the potion.

It was long and tedious work, but I would have done it for however long it took to bring my mate back to me.

“How is she?” a teary-eyed Penny asked from the doorway.

“Just finishing the last drop. Now we wait.”

“Here. Brought you some water and food,” Max said, appearing at Penny’s side.

Both had been gracious enough to loan us one of their spare bedrooms so Mrs. O’Hare could check Jezebel’s progress.