CHAPTER EIGHT
That dropped the smile off my face faster than a piano off the rooftop of a building. “And all that will help?”
He nodded. “Wolfsbane is very loathsome to both vampires and werewolves and in large enough quantities, it would keep us at bay, at least for a while. The wild roses are purifying flowers that have their own magic. As for the silver, well, we discussed that earlier.”
“It won’t embalm me, will it?” I wondered.
He chuckled. “No. The powder is so small even my deft touch has difficulty handling the mixture. As for the other ingredients, mortals who are not touched with evil have nothing to fear from them. One need only wait for them to stew over a day before adding the silver and you will have your medicine.”
I winced and looked down at my hand. His words
