Blood Magick (The Cousins O'Dwyer Trilogy 3) - Page 107

“I say . . .” She shoved impatiently at her hair. “Where the devil is Fin? I need his blood for this, and I want it fresh.”

“He said he’d be here before noon, so he will. Why don’t I work on the order with you, and the words? Then when he comes, you’ll bleed him, and begin.”

“All right, all right.”

Time to stop fussing and fiddling and do, she ordered herself.

“The blessed water would be first. I’ve got ‘First we pour the water blest to form the pool for all the rest. Belladonna berries crushed and steeped, stirring juices slow and deep. Hair from a pregnant yak mixed with manchineel tree sap to dissolve the wing of bat. Angel’s trumpet, wolfsbane petals, add them in and wait to settle. Then . . .”

“What do you think, Branna?” Connor prompted.

“Well, I think I rushed it last time. I think this stage needs to work, to boil a bit.”

“So . . . Stir and boil and bubble and stir . . .”

“Until the rise of smoke occurs—yes, I rushed it. It should boil and steam a bit. All right.” With a firm nod, she wrote more notes. “The mushrooms, we’ll try the mushrooms as—what the bloody hell, it feels right.”

“There we are now.” Connor gave her an elbow poke of encouragement.

“Caps of death soft and white, bring about eternal night. No, no, not for a demon.” She crossed it out, started again. “Caps of death three plus two, spread your poison through this brew.”

“Better,” Connor agreed.

“And the conium petals. Ah, pretty petals sprinkled in, let this lethal magick begin.”

“Deadly magick’s better, I think.”

“Yes, deadly.” She made the change. “Blood to bind it, drop by drop, and the demon heart will stop. Power of me, power of three, here fulfill our destiny. As we will, so mote it be.”

She dropped the pencil on the counter. “I’m not sure.”

“I like it—it sounds right. It’s strong enough, Branna, but not fussy. It’s death we’re dealing, so there’s no need for frills.”

“You’ve a point there. Bloody hell, it needs to thicken, go black. I need to add that. Blacken, thicken under my hands . . .”

“To make this poison for the damned,” Connor finished.

“I quite like that,” she considered. “I want to write it all up fresh.”

“If you can’t start until Fin’s here, why don’t you—” He broke off, turning to the door as Fin came in. “Well, here he is now. She’s after bleeding you, mate.”

Fin stopped in his tracks. “I gave more than enough yesterday, and the day before.”

“I want fresh.”

“She wants fresh,” Fin grumbled and tossed off his coat. “What are you doing with what’s left I bled for you yesterday, and the day before that?”

“It’s safe—and you never know when it might be useful. But I want to start it all fresh today. I’ve changed some of the spell.”

“Again?”

“Yes, again,” she said in as irritable a tone as he. “It needed work. Connor agreed—”

“I’m not in this.” Connor held up his hands. “The two of you sort this out. In fact, now that you’re here, Fin, I’m off. It’s Boyle, I think, who’s coming in a bit later, so he can sweep up the leavings if the two of you battle.”

He grabbed his coat, his cap, his scarf, and was out the door with Kathel slipping out with him—as if the dog agreed some distance wouldn’t hurt a thing.

“Why are you so cross?” Branna demanded.

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