Ambrosia POV
It was so easy to acquire what I needed. My contact had mailed me hemlock and monkshood, and they arrived dried and packaged in plastic packets. I couldn’t let Elijah know what I was planning; he’d surely interject if I did. So, before he arrived, I packed the book with the ritual, all the herbs and things I’d been putting together away in a desk drawer in my workshop. He never really went in there, so I was sure there wouldn’t be any problems.
The only problem I had left was finding the time to perform the ritual.
It said it was best performed under the new moon, during the witching hour in a pool. Except by the time the new moon came around, it would be early January and everything would be frozen and miserable. I tried to reason that if I performed the ritual, and it su
