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Orla could see that the blood streaming from Bradan’s chest had turned black. Maeve took a small bottle of potion she had in her little bag and tipped it into his mouth.
“Will it cure him?”
Maeve shook her head. “It helps ease the pain. But no, it won’t save him.”
“So what will?”
“There’s a sacred black magic potion in the temple of the clan. That would definitely help, but they won’t give it to anyone. But ask Uncle Daly—he’ll find a way to save his son.”
“I’m sorry to tell you this, but he’s behind you. He was torn into pieces by that thing.”
“Oh God . . .”
“Who made the potion, and what is it?”
“I think Aunt Anna made it. They’re very secretive about it. It’s for the next leader of the clan.”
“So if they want me to lead the clan, will I have access to the potion?”
“Yes, bu
