Page 54 of Shadows of the Soul

I rolled my eyes. Because being blind robbed you of sight, not my favorite expression.

“What do you need, Mike?” Aunt Anita asked. Ah, so he had a name.

“Arrowroot, mint leaves, Himalayan salt, the eyes of a mammal—preferably fresh—goat’s milk, and a protection charm.”

“It’s a bit late for that,” Hudson rumbled.

“It’s for me,” Mike clarified. “I’m about to go head to head with a powerful voodoo priest, unless I want to end up the same way as Miss Roberts, I need protection.”

“Do we have those?” Aunt Anita asked.

“Apart from the fresh mammal eyes, yes. Anything you can’t find in the kitchen is in the second cupboard on the west wall in my office.”

“I’ll be back,” Aunt Anita declared.

“I’ll sort out the fresh mammal eyes,” Hudson offered.

I paused. “You have those lying around?”

He chuckled from next to me as his lips brushed my temple. “No, but I’m the best hunter.”

Sebastian huffed. “Debatable.”

“I’ll be back soon,” Hudson said, ignoring my best friend’s bait. Good for him. “Try not to accidentally give her your blood while I’m out.” Ugh, I take it back.

“Play nice,” I grumbled.

Hudson’s laugh could be heard as he exited the house, and the door slammed shut.

“Tea anyone?” Rebecca asked.

“Sweetened with honey for me,” Norbert declared.

“Coffee, black if there is some,” Mike said.

I shook my head. I was struggling with cool drinks and coordination; bringing boiling water into the mix seemed unwise for both my dignity and my flesh.

“What’s your plan?” I asked Mike.

“I’m going to do an unveiling spell. Your sight hasn’t gone, it’s simply covered. Whoever this practitioner is, he wanted to scare you, but not permanently hurt you.”

“You got all that from a few sentences?” Sebastian asked, his tone colored with disbelief.

“No, he got all that by reading me. He’s a magical healer, more powerful than a doctor and able to unpick magical injuries, curses, and whatever other nasty is chucked someone’s way.”

The front door opened. Two sets of footsteps came charging down the hallway.

“A rabbit?” Sebastian questioned.

“It’s a mammal. We can use the meat to make a stew,” Hudson explained.

“Only a shifter would think of the culinary implications of a sacrifice,” Sebastian muttered.

“It’s the natural order, and food should never be wasted. It’s attitudes like yours that are killing the planet.”

My man was eco conscious. Color me proud.

“Stop arguing and get on with getting Cora’s sight back,” Rebecca commanded.

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