Chapter Sixteen
When they arrived atSavannah’s apothecary shop, several wolves waited.Alpha Jericho, Beta Ledger, Emmett Brice, and Miles Kenneally kept a reasonable distance, but they watched with sharp gazes, zeroing in on the small bottle that held the blood.Asher came around to her side and once more lifted her into his arms.She could walk, but truthfully, she liked his protective side.
“Alpha,” she addressed Jericho, and Asher halted.“Can someone check in on Clover?She’s alone at home.”
“Of course,” he said.
“Thank you.”
Inside the apothecary, Savannah and Niall waited.Undulating next to him was a transparent woman.Juni blinked, realizing she stared at a ghost.Truthfully, things were so weird she wasn’t even surprised.
“Hello, Juniper,” Savannah greeted.
“Hi,” she greeted.
“You can place her on the chair,” the warlock instructed.“Then you can go.”
“I’m not leaving her,” Asher said.
“It may be hard for you to watch,” the spirit said in an echoey voice.“The purge isn’t going to be pretty.”
Asher blinked.“How does a ghost talk?”
“It’s harder than you would think,” Elspeth replied.
Asher’s brows rose, but he didn’t reply.Instead, he sat down next to Juni and gripped her hand.“I said I’m not leaving her.”
“Very well.”
The two living people, plus one obviously dead one, worked around a table.They chanted, lit things, and burned things in a large pestle.An awful smell rose and Juni wrinkled her nose.The warlock picked up the vial of blood and slowly poured the thick liquid into the stone bowl.Whatever herb was at the bottom sizzled, and symbols rose in the steam.Runes, by the look of it.The ghost floated above, moving around in a circle, funneling the runes together.Then the ghost dove down, straight into the potion, and the sound crackled through the shop.
Savannah picked up the pestle and poured the contents into a cup.The warlock picked up the cup and handed it to Juni.
She studied the contents.“Am I drinking the spirit?”
Savannah smiled.“No.All she did was heat it up.”
“Here I am,” the ghost said and Juni glanced up at the ceiling.She gave the spirit a little wave.
“When you drink this, you will have convulsions,” Niall explained.He glanced at Asher.“You can cradle her, but don’t interfere.This is the infection breaking apart.Then, it’ll rise out of your mouth and nose as a black mist, much like when you were first infected.Okay?”
“Okay.”
Asher squatted beside her.“Don’t be scared.I’m going to stay with you.”
