“Conal's ointment is making a huge difference,” I agreed.
“Jerome would very much like to discover what goes into that ointment,” Ben admitted. “Whatever it is, it has almost miraculous healing properties.”
“I guess he could analyze it,” I suggested.
Lucas shook his head. “You might be a sister of the Tremaine pack, but I doubt they'd be happy if we discovered what's in that ointment. I imagine they keep it a closely guarded secret.”
“I agree,” Thut announced. “Werewolves would not want us to know their business.” He was sitting on one of the couches with Amunet and the other two women who made up his small Kiss. Nephthys was the youngest physically of all the vampires – transformed at sixteen; she barely hit five feet tall. Her eyes were deep set and the color of turquoise, her chestn
