She set the bag of ingredients for the Oil of the Ages on the dresser when she returned. Grey was still sleeping off his injuries. Occasionally moaning between heavy snores, he still appeared to need more time to heal.
Sage followed the recipe, boiling the ingredients needed for the oil of the ages on the hot pad she’d picked up. Seemed simple enough. Not that she was good at cooking or recipes. But, as it basically instructed her to throw everything in a pot and boil for an hour, how could she screw it up?
Grey slept like the dead. And with only her inner monologue for company, she convinced herself that rather than disturb him, she should just take a quick trip to visit the vampire boys herself.
They were her boys after all. No real danger there. And she’d be back in a couple of hours
