“Marjoram. Marjoram, the wise girl. She was gifted and brilliant and smokin’ hot.” Cassie waggles her eyebrows, amused with herself. “So one day, Lavender visits Marjoram in her little shack, much like this one.” She gestures around the small, cluttered room. “With tears in her eyes, Lavender begs for a potion that will let her carry the pup of her one true love.”

“There’s no such potion.” Ashwagandha, chasteberry, and a handful of other herbs are good for fertility, but none work full out miracles.

“Didn’t I say Marjoram was a wise woman of uncommon power? And she loved her friend, her only friend in the whole, cold world. Here...