In downtown Durnbone, I stepped into Witch’s Brew to buy more vampire blood and herbs to make my potions. Calder followed me into the small store and toward the back, where the same witch from the other day eyed us.
“You’re back?” she asked, arching a brow and adjusting her black stocking, caught on the corner of her desk. After moving closer to us, she leaned against a table and crossed her arms. “Are you back for more blood and herbs?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t have much left,” she said, walking to the back of the shop and grabbing the last small vial of vampire blood. “Last night, I had a couple of customers come in to buy almost all the vials I had left. Good thing I forgot about this one way in the back.”
“Someone …” I asked, mouth drying. “Someone came in to buy them all?”
She handed me the
