This time, I needed to consult one of my mother’s many books on potion making.
Chapter 14
Isatonmybed, at least ten books spread out before me, and rubbed my tired eyes. It had taken all night of searching, but at last I’d found what I was looking for. The rays of morning were already beginning to shine through my window. Duchess lounged in the light on her back, batting at a piece of string I'd tied to a drawer on my bedside table. Her ghostly translucent figure became highlighted in the sun.
I swiped up on my phone and pulled up the chat that had me begging Frank at least twenty times not to turn himself in.
Please listen. This wasn’t your fault. One of the potions that can create memory loss is the possession potion. I think someone possessed you. They drugged you and forced you to attack Isabella.
Frank might have done it, but he wasn’t the murderer. But who was and why?
I bit my lip, afraid he’d silenced me by now.
Three little dots appeared on the screen and tears of relief came to my eyes. They never were so lovely.
So you’re saying it’s Lydia?
My sister claimed she was innocent, but could she have lied to me? She definitely knew how to convert a love potion into a potion of possession. And she’d delivered it to Frank.
But why? Why would she do it?
No. Idk. I need to look into it more.
Either way, I should turn myself in for the safety of the town.
According to Isabella’s diary, there are five other werewolves who might change tonight.
There was a long moment where those three dots blinked on and off on the screen.
They won’t have the potion either… the town could be in danger.
Everyone could be in danger.
I thought of the poor werewolf child who’d transform without the potion, my heart doing an anxious little beat in my chest.
You won’t turn until the moon has fully risen at around 7:00 p.m. At least wait until 6:00 p.m. before turning yourself in. Give us a chance to come up with a solution.
Frank could get locked up forever for just being a werewolf. But would they do something worse to him if they found out he was the one who killed Isabella? Would they even care that he was possessed? I held my breath as I awaited his answer, watching Duchess roll on her backand then flip over and stare up at me, her tail swishing and her ears twitching
What did you have in mind?
Air expelled from my lungs. Thank goodness.
I have an idea. Meet me outside the shop at 2:00 p.m.
I’ll be there.
I jumped to my feet and rushed over to Kitty’s room.
“Hey.” I knocked on the door while easing it open. “Are you awake?”
Kitty groaned, rubbing her eyes and blinking up at me. “I am now.”
“I need your help to make a potion… or at least to mess it up. I have to brew a possession potion.”
She stared at me. “You can’t be serious.”
I gave her an awkward smile. “I’m actually quite desperate.”
