There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Alpha Ethan, you mean the special healing broth Miss Winters used to make?"
"Yes," I growled, impatience sharpening my tone.
Martha's voice grew hesitant. "I'm afraid I can't make that, sir."
"Why not?" I demanded.
"That broth needs the herbs soaked overnight, plus fresh venison prepared in a specific way. Also, I only know the ingredients, not the proportions or the preparation methods Miss Winters used. I really can't do it."
Frustration surged through me. Of course Martha couldn't make it. No one could make it like Olivia did.
"At least make plain broth," I ordered, my voice tight with irritation.
"Right away, Alpha Ethan," Martha replied, relief evident in her tone.
After hanging up, I massaged my temples, trying to ease
