Origin (Scales N' Spells #1) - A.J. Sherwood Page 0,60

the expense.

Lisette brought him into her workroom, which was starting to feel like a second home after all the hours he’d spent in here. It looked something like a cross between a library, chemistry lab, and a storage room for hazardous materials. She had a fridge in one corner, stainless-steel counters wrapping around in a U-shape, and another stainless-steel island in the middle with deep, double sinks. Her desk and the shelves holding all the materials dominated the other side of the rectangular room, away from this area.

Cameron suspected there was a reason for the divide. The designs carved into the walls, floor, and ceiling forming a magical barrier between the two spoke volumes. It wasn’t active now—he could cross readily over it—but if something did go down, that magical barrier would snap up in a heartbeat.

“You’ve picked up invocation very well,” Lisette told him with a proud smile over her shoulder. She led the way to the island and the barstools tucked in there. “I’ve discovered that the main stumbling block in teaching invocation is always the language, but anyone who is bilingual has an easier time of it. You speak something aside from English?”

“Korean. Not completely fluent in it, we mostly learned it to speak with family. But yeah.”

“That’s helped you in this case.” She took a stool and sat, perfectly at ease. Her eyes remained on him as he also sat. “I thought we’d start in on the basics of potions today, as Alric needs another batch. It’s a simple enough potion to make, and heaven knows he needs it on a consistent basis.”

This seemed a good opening to ask the question plaguing Cameron. “The injury he sustained…I was told it was from the war?”

“I won’t tell you the full tale. That’s his to speak of.” Her lips pursed, and she unbent enough to admit, “It’s rather extensive. He suffered the brunt of a spell, and it ripped into the musculature and ligaments on his left side. You’ve seen traces of the scar on his hand and wrist?”

Cameron nodded, his inner vision filled with an idea of what must have happened. His own body ached in sympathetic reaction. God, that must have been so painful.

“It’s much worse and more extensive than that. It extends up to the back of his neck, over his entire shoulder blade, and spiderwebs down over his spine and toward his waist. In dragon form, his wing is deformed. He can’t fly with it at all. In human form, he has little strength in the appendage. His movement is also limited in some ways. He never picks up anything with that hand, not anything with weight to it, anyway.”

The litany was horrifying. Cameron ached for the man, as that had to be beyond difficult. Everyday life had to be tough when he was in that much pain. But he’d never let on. Cameron had noticed he always used his right hand for everything. It wasn’t until the fight with the guys who’d tried to kidnap him—holy mother of— “Wait, he fought off those guys to rescue me with that kind of injury?!”

“You’re that precious to him,” Lisette answered simply, her hands splayed. “And it’s not that he has no strength at all, just not the strength he was born with.”

Hell, no wonder the fight had taken so much out of Alric.

If this was Lisette’s way of giving Cameron the opportunity to help Alric in return, to balance those scales a little, he was game. And even if that wasn’t her plan, Cameron wanted to capitalize on the opportunity. “Okay, so potion. Is this a pain reliever?”

“Yes. It also warms the muscles and ligaments. The potion is more of a salve, something we topically apply to the area to keep him from stiffening up.”

“How often do you apply it?”

“Once a day. Generally in the morning, which is partially why I brought you in so early. We’re out at the moment. Well, there’s a trace amount in the bottom of the jar, but it’s not enough to cover everything. Since we can mix this up in five minutes, I think we should try to catch Alric before he leaves his bedroom.”

“Okay.” Cameron looked around and didn’t see a single ingredient out. The counters were perfectly clear. “So where do we start?”

“Let’s assemble ingredients. We’ll need reflected sunlight, untouched snowflake, distilled frankincense, and carrier oil.”

Cameron followed her to the shelves on the other side of the room. Everything was clearly labeled in neat print (in German,