Concoctions Of Love

Previously

…“What do you want, Silas?” she demanded, backing away, her eyes darting around for an escape route or a weapon. “My recipes? My ingredients? You know the risks involved in this kind of alchemy. You know the price.” “I know the rewards!” he hissed, his voice laced with a manic glee. He was no longer the proud, respectable alchemist. He was a shadow of himself, driven by a hunger that consumed all reason. He lunged again, this time with a dagger he’d produced from within his tunic. The blade glinted wickedly in the lamplight. Zamia par