SUMMER
The second phase of the brewing took an hour.
That was good. That was useful. The wolfsbane required the kind of attention that did not allow my mind to drift, and after the locker room with Logan, my mind needed somewhere structured to go.
By the time the brewing reached its first stable state, the point at which the chapter said it could be safely cooled, stored, and resumed at a later date, it was nearly seven in the evening. Mr. Cranston's meeting was likely wrapping up.
I needed to move.
I poured the warm tincture carefully into a small glass bottle I had brought from the kitchen, sealed with a cork. The liquid was the color of weak tea. Almost ordinary. Nothing about it looked suspicious. I capped the bottle. I wrapped it in a cotton cloth. I put it in the inside pocket o
