Chapter Twenty One - A Proprietary Blend
William
I felt cold bands of dread wrapping around my chest, constricting my ribs, even as Michael smiled like a kid with a new toy. He went to the desk and pulled a set of keys from his pocket, before carefully unlocking and opening the bottom most drawer. He pulled out a glass bottle with a rubber stopper on the top. “Here it is,” he said, his eyes sparkling as though he was holding his greatest treasure. I saw nothing through the dark glass.
“What is in it?” I asked again.
“It is a proprietary blend made from compounds of wolfsbane, amaryllis belladona, and colloidal silver.”
I wrinkled my brow. “But how can just coating the arrowhead be enough to kill?”
“Oh no, that’s the magic... it doesn’t kill you right away,” Michael lowered
