The next two days were strained, with Lucinda and I switching between taking care of the potion. It was about time for us to switch now, in the midafternoon. Not that I could tell in the stuffy basement, other than a little clock that ticked away. No windows made the room I once loved feel like a cage, and I hurried to get out of the room every chance I got.
But I knew that I had to feel the antivenom going for Rhett’s sake. He’d been the same since I’d given him the concoction, but it wouldn’t last. I stared into the bubbling cauldron, and everything in my being wished it were finished. I wanted to be with him, snuggled in bed, with his scent washing away my worries.
Instead, Lucinda’s scent filled the air, along with the dusty ingredients on the shelves. He’s been so busy with the pack
