Russo’s POV
When we arrived at the hospital, the nurses thought it would be amusing to put us in the exact same room that Helen had been in while she was waiting for her C-section. Being a witch, Lisa shooed the nurses away as much as she could because she brought her own herbs to help with the delivery.
In fact, after she’d taken some at the start of the contractions, she didn’t seem to be in much pain at all. Her body was going about its business without really disrupting her. It confirmed my suspicion when one of the nurses walked out, grumbling about how it must be nice to be a witch.
“How come you didn’t offer the same herbs to Helen?” I asked, sitting at the bedside by Lisa’s head.
She glanced over at me. “Because the mixture that I took includes wolfsbane, which is hard eno
