C171 Making Poison

Rexton's POV.

Lennon was in the doorway of the private kitchen. It seems that I had forgotten to close the door tightly so that the smell of this concoction could be smelled all the way out.

Lennon's eyes looked at the pot we were using for boiling. He walked in slowly, his eyes then looked at me and Matilda alternately.

"This is a potion for Annette, I--"

"Shut up!" Lennon said firmly