Chapter 35 The Potion
- “A potion.” He turned to the next page. His head moving as he read down the page. He was leaned against the table. One fist propping him up, atop the table next to the binding. His legs were leaned back, and his shoulders were bent forward to hover over the book. Showing his intense interest in what he was reading.
- And his clear disinterest in my current panic.
- “I’d gathered that. But what?”