But now that I can use necromancy…
"Si?" Bael prompts. "You still with us?"
I shake off my thoughts and withdraw a small collection of ingredients we'll need—eye of newt, unicorn horn dust, a handful of dried moly leaves, a mortar and pestle, and so on.
Maven's face lights up at the promising display. It's such a rare expression on her that I can't help staring. Witnessing even the slightest amount of her happiness is like a dose of dopamine straight to my soul.
It makes me…
I can't tell if you're horny, thirsty, or…reverent,she thinks to me, arching a brow.
All of the above.
Baelfire squints between Maven and me. "Are you guys...?"
"They're having a telepathic conversation," Crypt agrees bitterly.
He may be an unhinged maniac, but no one can say he isn't observant.
All three assholes are glaring jealous daggers at me again, but Maven just holds up the moly leaves.
"Mind helping?"
I quickly begin helping her measure out the ingredients we'll need for a camouflage potion that should last for a few hours, but I note there are only four batches.
"Won't you need some?"
Maven studies the unicorn horn dust. "You've all been high-profile legacies your entire lives. I know for a fact you can easily be found on both human and legacy social media sites because Kenzie digitally stalked you four after the Seeking. The only picture ever taken of me is on Baelfire's phone from when I wastrying to make you all hate me. He took the picture during class when he thought I wouldn't notice."
Baelfire grins unabashedly. "You saw that, huh?"
"You weren't subtle. Also, it's set as your lock screen."
"What can I say, cutie? You weren't taking it easy on my heart, and I wanted something besides your delicious scent to beat off to constantly."
Everett mutters something under his breath as I roll my eyes.
Crypt nods as if he finds the dragon's antics completely understandable. "You know, you might've shared, Decimus."
"As if you weren't beating your meat to the sight of her all the time from Limbo anyway, Stalker Boy,” Baelfire rolls his eyes. "Plus, you didn't have a fucking phone at the time, so how was I supposed to send you anything?"
“That’s beside the point. We really must get more photos of our girl."
"In lingerie," Bael nods. "Or literally anything."
"Or in nothing,” Crypt counters.
“Hell, yes. I pick Option C.”
“Mypoint," Maven goes on quickly, ignoring our smirks at her obvious need to change the subject, "is that I'm not recognizable. I don't need to be camouflaged."
I watch her skillfully grind the newt eyeballs and moly leaves together in the mortar. She will obviously have no trouble brewing this potion on her own, and once again, my thoughts return to the colorless plant in my pocket void.
Necromancer or not, never again will I sit helplessly by while my blood blossom is in pain.
When are we leaving on this date?I ask telepathically.
"As soon as these potions take effect," she mutters, not seeming to realize she replied out loud as she grinds more leaves.
