Page 75 of Queen of Vengeance

He wasted no time drinking down the sweet nectar. His puffed-out cheeks glowed soft pink, telling Kolla that he was content.

“Eat up, dear boy. We still have a ways to go.”

Another week passed before Kolla returned home with Jason, and after days of traveling, she was never happier to see the shabby cottage. She sat down in her favorite rocking chair with Jason in her arms as she unraveled the potion recipe that Lea had written out for Jason.

“I know Lea is a very talented aspiring potionist, but this is pretty lofty even for her.” Kolla hoped she didn’t hike up and down a mountain for an ingredient to a potion that didn’t work.

“Alright, Jason. It’s time for Great-Grandma to get to work.” She kissed the top of his head before laying him down in a tiny hammock she had constructed to help rock him to sleep.

He didn’t fuss for her at all. After a few swings, he was out cold.

Kolla took this moment to admire the features that reminded her of Lea.

Jason’s vanilla hair was slowly darkening to honey, like his mother’s.

Soft freckles lightly dusted his face.

He looked just like how Lea looked as a baby.

Kolla’s heart suffered the halfway point between delight and devastation. She tried to remain positive, but the likelihood of them letting her out after a life sentence was slim.

The hope she had been cushioning herself with this whole time was beginning to crumble.

They wouldn’t even allow Kolla to see her granddaughter.

Deep down, she knew Lea suffered from mistreatment in that prison.

“If I could see her again, I could also give her this protection potion. That would give me some peace of mind.” With that, she gathered the motivation to get into the kitchen and begin drying and grinding the ingredients.

There were only seven ingredients altogether, but they were very potent.

Kolla was used to preparing ingredients, but her potion mixing was nowhere near Lea’s ability.

“I just hope I can do this potion justice,” she thought while squinting at the paper.

Kolla worked well into the night, making sure each ingredient was at its most potent. Then, by the time the sun came up, she could prepare the potion. Her hands moved as if Lea was guiding her from afar.

Kolla then leaned over the concoction. It was as perfect as she was going to get it. Now, she had to breathe life into it with her magical essence. She began humming a lullaby she sang to her son and granddaughter when they were babies. It was her own special way of expelling her essence.

The potion glowed blue at the top like it was on fire before the glow sunk into the liquid.

“I’d say we were successful, Jason,” she whispered since he was already asleep. She grabbed a handful of Milk Suckles and squeezed each out into a baby bottle before pouring in the potion.

An ominous knock on the front door overshadowed Kolla’s feeling of accomplishment. She wasn’t expecting any visitors. Something inside of her told her not to open the door. So she stood there in the kitchen and stared at it. She held her breath as if the person on the other side of the door could hear her breathing.

Then she watched in horror as she heard a key slide into the lock.

The door knob turned slowly, and the door creaked open.

Her blood ran ice cold as a six-foot-tall silhouette stood in her doorway.

“There you are. I was beginning to think no one was home.” Diesel flashed a toothy grin, and a whole-body shiver ran through Kolla.

“Diesel, what are you doing here?” With no one around, there were no pretenses between them.

She knew what he was and he knew that.

He shut the door behind him slowly before approaching her. “Don’t mind me. I’m just here to meet my nephew.”

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