Eli left the cell and went to the stove where the herbs had come to a boil. She took the pot off the stove and set it aside to cool for a few minutes before adding the drops of Bufo secretions with her glass eyedropper.
“What’s she going to do with that?” Pete asked. “She can’t very well make him drink it when he’s sound asleep.” She brushed hair from the sheriff’s sweaty forehead. “Should I wake him up?”
George shook her head. “Not yet.”
Nell rose from the bench and made her way to the cell. “What are you doing with that man half dressed in here?” she asked, staring through the iron bars.
“You may as well get in here and help with this, Aunt Nellie Matisse June,” George said with a grin at Pete. “You have power in your blood and we’re going to need it, even if you haven’t been trained
