Nora's POV
Charlette waved her hand with practiced ease, magically collecting the burned herbs into a glass jar. The ashes swirled through the air before settling into the container with supernatural precision.
"I will take this back to the Shadowhaven and have Gideon and Katherine run an analysis in the morning," she announced, sealing the jar with a firm twist. "Add another layer of protection to the warding. Do you have an adequate supply of Devil's Shoestring?"
I shifted Renata to my other arm, the baby's weight growing heavier as exhaustion crept in. "I think so," I replied. During my nesting phase at the end of pregnancy, I had focused more on sharpening weapons and brewing vanquishing potions than organizing nurseries or reading parenting books.
