Chapter 30
“Ouch! What the hell are you doing?” he asked, turning back to her. He looked and saw a strand of his hair in her hand, and then saw her throw it into a bubbling cauldron.
“I needed the feather from a fallen angel’s wings.”
“I no longer have wings, and that’s my hair, not a feather.”
“Maybe not, but it’s the next best thing.”
“Hemlock, gnute, vipers, it’s all a big joke.” He hesitated a moment, and then asked, “What the hell is a gnute, anyway?”
“It’s a reptile. Hideous and…let’s just say you don’t want to have one as a pet.”
Adam chuckled. “You old crow. You’re exaggerating.”
Gracie gave him a reprimanding look. “Would you like to hold one? Stroke it, maybe?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Then be quiet, and don’t talk about things you don’t know anything about.”
“Sorry.”
When she had the drink all made up, she looked over at Phoenix, who had a look of worry on his face. “All ready,” she said softly and handed it to him.