"You do work for Faust, don't you?" Grady hissed

"Wolfsbane? No, this is moonshine mixed with aconitum," I insisted.

"Aconitum is wolfsbane," Archer muttered.

"Okay," I said, drawing the word out. "My baba makes monthly deliveries of it to a man named Gabriel, not Faust. This month, he was...held up, so I volunteered to take it."

"Gabriel is Faust's second-in-command," Grady ground out, his voice rough and sharp and heavy with accusation. ...