Reyna stopped just outside the kitchen doors, breathing heavily. As a vampire, she no longer technically needed to draw breath - but, as they said, old habits had a tendency to die hard. Speaking of dying, Reyna thought, she found herself wishing for death at that exact moment. Or, more specifically, she found herself wishing that the earth would open up and swallow her.
Temporarily dousing her embarrassment, she pushed open the doors and tiptoed into the kitchen. Sibyl was rooting through Van's cupboards, pulling out a variety of herbs and spices.
"I'm trying to put together the offering," she said absently. "The book's a little vague on what exactly the offering should consist of. I was wondering if you could - " Sibyl had turned to glance at her then and must have seen the look that
