White Oleander Cast Novels & Stories

, I say and he nods his head. “Yes, the potion is made by crushing the leaves of Oleander. Just the right amount and the potion can be used in the way we like. Trust me, I want to empty this bottle in his throat, but for now, one drop will do to put him to sleep”, his lips twerk with a wicked smile, and I was amazed at the amount of knowledge he had of concoctions.

"What is this?" "Oleander. It takes four days to work." I don't even want to know how she knows this shit. I pulled my phone and called mom. "Elena, did you know your hedge is a poison?" "What?" "This pretty pink flower, did you know it's poisonous?" "Where are you?" "In your driveway." "Well what are you doing there?" "Just answer the question Elena." "Your father said something about it once but I didn't pay it no mind. I think you have to eat a lot of it or something like that."

When he’s satisfied I’ve been thoroughly washed, he leads me to stand in a shallow spot where the water crests just above my ankles. Then Vastian steps forward, a vial in hand. He uncorks it and dips two fingers in, pressing them to the hollow of my throat. The oil is warm and fragrant, a blend of lavender and something deeper—myrrh, maybe—something ancient. He smooths it over my skin, tracing the path of my pulse with purpose.