Lily and Lucinda were sitting at the kitchen table. They looked up as we came in. The table was scattered with dishes, and the stove had a pan on it like my aunt had prepared something for them for dinner.
“I wasn’t sure when you’d be back, so I didn’t make extra.” My aunt said with a slightly guilty look.
“What’s that smell?” Lily wrinkled her nose and shoved her plate away. I held up the venom, and she grimaced.
“Venom.”
My aunt opened her mouth but closed it and glanced at Lily. Zuri shifted her weight next to me, and I could feel the nervousness coming off her.
“This is Zuri; she’s going to help us.” That ingredient list was long; we’ll need all the hands we can get. And Lily isn’t old enough to chop up ingredients on her own. The smell was emitting from the glass jar, even though
