CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
The pup scampered behind me because Pomo followed at Eva’s feet. Duncan was at my side as best he could manage with the tight space.
Eva flung open the door and revealed a large room decked out in mid-nineteenth-century Gothic, and by that, I mean all the scientific tools of that day. Long rows of tables spaced evenly apart to create walkways were filled with beakers, burners, pestles with their mortars, and even the occasional cast iron pot. A mess of ancient tomes lay scattered about the tabletops, some opened to yellowed pages with hand-drawn pictures.
Herbs of all shapes, sizes, and smells hung from the ceiling. Two of the numerous chimneys stuck out from two walls at the far corner of the room. Cauldrons hung from their spits.
Fanny and Cary flew about the
