As if there’d ever been a good marriage that was about nothing but being happy. Love potions were one of Branwen’s least favorite chores, but they were always in demand. Indian xxx “Just a job well done and well paid for. Whatever it costs.”
“There are no good ones or bad ones,” Branwen said, already measuring out the bottom portion of the bowl into another phial. “Don’t thank me,” she said. They say it’s a mortal sin to come here.”
“They’re right,” said Branwen. Something evil must be inside of her, giving her these thoughts. But then, blinking, she began to think that somehow the owl actually HAD answered. The woman (the witch, Eimhear reminded herself) hung Eimhear’s cloak on the wall and led her further into the room. The mark of a perpetual horseman, but one who rode too hard and too fast and winded the beast early.
