Pet Potions Cozy Mystery Box Set 1-3 by Ami Diane

Author:Ami Diane [Diane, Ami]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-03-05T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

“WHY’S IT TAKING so long?” Libby asked in a loud whisper then nervously glanced back at Brent’s dark trailer.

“Because you made him go to the bathroom back at the house. He’s got nothing left to—” Marge looked down. “Oh, I was wrong. Well, that’s just nasty.”

They stared down at the mess Max had just made on the lawn.

“What on earth have you been feeding him?” Libby asked.

“Just your normal kitchen scraps.”

“You’ve never owned a dog before, have you? You have to give him actual dog food or else it’ll mess up his digestion.” Libby pointed down at the steaming pile to underscore her statement.

Grumbling, Marge did her best to scoop the mess into the wrinkled fast food paper bag they’d found in the trash, using one hand. The other was currently occupied pinching her nose.

Libby held Max’s leash. She patted his head in praise at a job well done then immediately turned her nose upwind.

They set the bag on the ground in front of the trailer’s fold-out steps. While Marge fiddled with the fire potion she had retrieved from her purse—why the woman needed to carry one in the first place had remained unclear despite Libby’s several questions—while Libby and Max crawled underneath the trailer. She positioned them directly behind the steps, hidden in the shadows. It wasn’t comfortable, but if all went according to plan, he’d have front-row sniffing privileges.

“Stay here,” she instructed Max. “When he comes out, smell him but don’t move from here. Okay?”

He tried to lick her face. Yeah, sure. Okay. Then we play?

Libby opened her mouth. The trailer shook, and she heard footsteps through the thin floor. Waving her hand frantically at Marge, she gestured at the trailer. The potionist’s eyes grew wide in her ski mask, and she double-timed her efforts to get the bag to light.

Libby whispered to Max, “We’ll play tomorrow. This is really important, Max. Do you understand?”

His tail thumped against the pavement, then he nudged his wet nose into her hand which she took as an affirmative. She scooted back, a few stray rocks digging into her skin as she did.

Overhead, the muffled voices grew louder. Closer.

“I heard something, Brent. I swear.”

“It’s just your imagination. Go back to sleep.”

They were coming. A cold sweat prickled Libby’s skin. She hissed as softly as she dared to warn Marge, but the apothecary’s attention was solely on getting the bag to light.

An amber-glowing liquid dripped from a tincture, wetting the paper bag. A split-second later, there was a whoosh as the bag went up in flames.

The flames jumped to the height of Marge’s knees. Then to her chin as they continued to climb.

Marge scrabbled back, crab-style across the lawn and disappeared. If it weren’t for the now ten-foot-high bonfire shooting up before Libby, she would’ve been impressed.

The flames licked higher than the trailer now, but mercifully remained in a pillar instead of spreading. The heat blasted Libby like a furnace, and beside her, Max whimpered. She threw her arm over the pet, cursing Marge under her breath.

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