“This is the ingredients for the formula that I have just made for you tonight,” he explained. “Any alchemist or apothecary can make it up for you. You will have to drink it every night before bedtime.”
“Thank you,” she said, taking the alchemist's note from him. Baruche brisked past her, sending a wave of that obnoxious aura of his over her. He opened the door, sending yet another breeze of his singular scent back to her.
A rich meow slurried in from the hallway.
Stopping in his tracks, Baruche looked down. A large, golden-hair cat padded quickly into Zofia's bedroom. The same one which had greeted her just before the meeting with Stephen and The Four.
Was that only the day before?
Baruche's smile seemed sinister. “Ahh. I see the cat has found his refuge in the storm,” he said with t
