ow can I help?” Dr. Hurley had only glanced up at her before returning to the small burner by the window. The air was pungent – rosemary, vinegar, something warm – star anise?
She gazed at him, wondering why she had come, what this quickening in her heart – and elsewhere – meant.
“Miss? Are you all right?” She began to sweat.
“Yes… I… no, I don’t know…” She swayed and fainted.
When she awoke she was in his arms and the vapor had dissipated. Yet, her heart still pounded.
“Excellent – my Potionem Amoris works,” he whispered.