She sipped at the fruit water and fought not to gulp in the strawberry. The family nodded. Yvena looked toward the open door. “Will we be interrupted?” Mr. Morrison shook his head. “They are all in the meditation centre for an hour.” She sighed. “Well, as I was saying, there was a group of young male lion shifters who were paying for information leading to certain exotics who could be used in human mage-craft. I have been donating my venom for years and I am guessing that the source I provide the venom to leaked the information to those seeking a snake of my kind.” “Donating your venom?” Rowena blinked. Yvena nodded. “I don’t need it and it can create two powerful spells. One is the revenge spell that is commonly known; the other is a vision of the person who caused a premature death. Both spells can be expensive, so by donating my venom, I could bring a little information and closure into the families who needed that knowledge.
