*Morgan*

Today is a different kind of day making potions. I’m in the zone. Every brew I make is working. Every potion I generate is the exact color it should be. I make another note in my book of brews. I’m even closer to cracking my own healing potion. When I’m in the middle of my work, a knock comes on my door. I look up with an annoyed expression on my face. Even if it’s Shane with no clothes on, I’m not stopping my work. Well, okay, maybe I would for ...