Phoebe's POV
I rattled off the items I needed, keeping my voice steady even though my nerves were screaming. Inside, I was practically begging the universe not to let me screw this up.
Every lesson Marcela had drilled into me felt fragile in my memory. What if I'd gotten something wrong? What if I'd mixed up the dosages?
"That covers everything," I said once I'd finished explaining the plant list to Jude and Patricia. I also asked them to get a fire going so I could brew the mixture.
"We should be able to track down the other five, but what's this Locus thing?" Jude frowned, clearly stumped by that particular plant.
Right. Different kingdom, different names for everything. I switched tactics and went with a description instead.
"Small flower, green petals. Bitter taste at first, then your tongue goes numb."
Jude and Patricia exchanged glances, racking their brains for anything that matched.
"We'll figure it out."
"Thanks. I'll be here."
