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“Ow! What?”
“You have to talk to him!” she said. “If you guys really are so connected and it might break the curse, you must talk this out.”
“I know. I will. Promise.” Just as soon as I could work up the nerve to call him. Text. Text would be better. When the shock had worn off. In a week or two. Maybe a month.
“Can we focus on more important matters, please?” I gestured to the cauldron. “I was counting on you guys to help me figure out what that potion was that we found.”
“You and your boyfriend?” Kira popped up on the other side of the cauldron, grinning wickedly.
“I swear to the gods, I will upturn this cauldron on your head.” I grimaced.
“Okay, calm down.” Kira shuffled onto her knees with the ingredient packet in hand. “What colour was this potion, then? We can guess at a few ingredients if we know that.”
“It was a really dark blue, almost black, and it had some silvery tones, metallic maybe.”
Kira’s face fell. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah, why?”
Kira put the ingredient down. “Maeve, I don’t need to make anything to know what that potion is. Most metallic potions point to one thing.”
“What?” My bicep tensed under Allison’s spindly fingers.
“Poison.”
“Are you sure?” I asked.
The colour hadn’t exactly looked healthy, but poison hadn’t jumped to mind.
“The potions we use to kill off the non-native plants in the forest are that colour,” Kira said.
“Oh, my.” Allison cupped her cheek with her hand. “Does that mean Michaela has been drinking weed killer?”
“Strong weed killer,” Kira said.
I swallowed hard.
No wonder she was in the hospital. How had George had the nerve to show up at our home asking for help when he knew what he was killing her with?
“We can’t assume that’s what it is,” I said. “We have to make it to be sure. Kira, do you know how?”
Kira interlocked her fingers and cracked them, making Allison wince.
“I think I know where to start,” she said, reaching for another ingredient above our heads.
Hours later, dozens of potion vials surrounded us, all varying shades of blue. I held two in my hands, holding them both up to the light. They were both so similar in shade.
All of them, bar one, which was a smokescreen potion, was a poison of some description.
Allison was curled up against a petal, dozing. Kira stirred the cauldron, leaning her chin on her hand.
“I think it’s more like this one,” I said, holding up the one in my right hand.
“It’s got to be close enough,” Kira said.
“Is that enough to go to the police with?” I asked.
The police would want hard proof that Michaela was being poisoned, and if I couldn’t give it to them, she could die, too.
