Page 66 of Lunar Desires
The blue grimoire rested on a wooden book stand next to the big iron cauldron in the center of the room.
God, it was good to be back in the mansion.
Can I not leave for a while, pretty please?
“Alright. Let’s take a look at the book,” Drake said.
“I don’t want to get it muddy,” I countered. “So, I’ll go over there.” I pointed into the corner.
Ollie arrived, dashing past Drake to start flicking through the grimoire’s pages. “I’ve got you.” He worked quickly, checking the index, finding what he wanted. “Curse Cleanse. This will do it.” He held up the book for me to read.
Curse Cleanse!
A potion only spell.
Requires heating comfrey, salmon skin, and calendula in water. Grounding requires one candle and crumpled paper. A toll of dried lavender must be paid, thrown into the fire.
Once connection is established, clap the magic out while calling the words. Wait five minutes before decanting the concoction.
This spell requires a minimum of three witches in order for the effects of the potion to be worthwhile.
Solo casting reduces potency of the potion.
The three shimmer witches currently in Aurora Mansion could pull this off easily, but I already heard Isaac’s voice upstairs.
Thank Hecate.
He came bounding into the room, soaked to the bone, but somehow still exuding elegance. Turning drowned rat into stylish wet couture.
My brother gasped, a hand going over his mouth. “What the fuck?”
“Don’t…” I whispered.
He dropped the hand, straightening. “Okay. Let me at the spell.”
Ollie, who always tensed whenever Isaac shared space with him, held up the spell book.
My big brother read it. “Do we have all these things?”
On the other end of the spectrum, Isaac always brightened in Ollie’s presence. He fancied the pants off him, but often received a chilly response.
“Yes. I’ll grab them.” Ollie scurried off to a cupboard in the far-left corner of the room.
Isaac smiled at me, tossing his wet hair. “I’ll have you back to normal in no time, honey.”
He worked his hair as if he was inside a commercial. He even looked properly lit.
Ollie sourced the ingredients, firing up the cauldron using the ignition switch on the floor.
“Want me to toss them in?” Isaac asked.
“No!” Ollie retorted a little strongly. He wrinkled his nose, softening his tone slightly. “I’ve got it.”
“Thanks.” Isaac stuck his hands in his pockets, watching him work. “What a day.”
Drake stayed silent, his body feeling pretty rigid beneath me, even from my position. I faced him, getting an eyeful of broken nose.
“Oh! He needs healing.” I pointed a tiny finger at his face.
