Chapter 60. Mate

ZANDER’S POV 

One and a half week later 

"This stuff smells like shit!" I scrunched my nose at the concoction that Isis and Ingrid brewed.

"I bet it is shit," Carson stated matter of factly. "White witch's shit probably has some magically healing properties." Carson was fucking loving this. He was still upset with me for yelling at him to drink Isis' piss. Like I knew what was in it.

"I assure you, it only has a few herbs and spices.... no witch shit, I promise." Isis gave me a sweet smile, but that only made the whole thing a lot more suspicious.

‘Just drink the thing already!’ Said a frustrated Gidian.

‘What if it has piss in it? What if it has shit in…’

Gidian snapped at me. ‘Look Zander, I would eat mountains of shit and drink oceans of piss if it meant I can smell sweet Lavender and chocolate again.’ He sounded desperate and it made me realize that I was fucking desperate too.

The past week and a half had been hell. When I wasn