“Maybe both,” Brielle says with a shrug. “I don’t think Mama started out mean, but she was a victim of the evil in the house. As for him? Who knows? It could have been a combination of the two.”
“Have either of you been to see her?” Daphne asks.
“I went,” I say, surprising them both. “She recognized me, and she seems to be doing better. But she has a long road ahead.”
“Okay, enough about that,” Daphne says. “Who’s going to be your maid of honor?”
“What do you mean?” Brielle frowns. “I have two. Both of you will do it. I could never choose between you.”
“That’s sweet.”
“And we accept,” Daphne adds, laughing. “Millie, we should toast with some champagne.”
“I have the perfect bottle,” I say as I stand and head for the kitchen. “I got it a couple of months ago. And, no, I haven’t put any potions inside it. Yet.”
“Shocker,” Brielle says with a laugh. “I think we can be without a potion just this once. Hey, speaking of, you didn’t give a love potion to Cash, did you?”
“Nope, he loves you all on his own. He didn’t need me for that.”
I open the fridge and reach for the bubbly, then stop cold.
There’s a small cup of blood sitting right in the middle of the center shelf.
“Hey, guys?”
“Yeah?” they say in unison.
“Where did this come from?”