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211. Nightshades Again
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2025-06-12 08:00:47|| Lilac’s POV ||
The scent of dried lavender and burning sage clung to the air inside Endora's cramped hut as I sat across from the ancient healer, my fingers nervously tracing the rim of my teacup. Sun light filtered through the stained-glass windows, casting fractured patterns across the wooden table between us. I came to Endora for another session after the little morning encounter with the king. Alaric looked a bit disoriented. Something was off and I just couldn't pinpoint it yet. I wanted to talk to him but he left abruptly. There was already a lot on his plate. I couldn't blame him entirely. "Your wolf called Elias 'mate,'" Endora mused, gaining my attention, her gnarled fingers stroking the silver pendant at her throat. "But your heart rejected this?" I swallowed hard, the tea suddenly bitter on my tongue. She wanted to know more about my mate situation. I wasn’t sure why she was so curious. But she said, it would help Runa. "It doesn't make sense.
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