เข้าสู่ระบบI shut my book and walked over to one of the storage shelves, where I had organized some dried herbs. I pulled open a drawer and retrieved a bundle, then walked back over to the workstation and began pulling it apart and tossing it into the mortar and pestle for grinding.“What’s that?” Gideon asked
Avery’s POVThe new office smelled like the pot of tea that I had steeping on the corner of the desk, fresh air, and old wood. It was, admittedly, a bit better than the stifling humidity of the old greenhouse. A lot better, actually, even if I knew this whole space was just Sebastian’s thinly veiled
I hesitated, considering telling him no, that I wanted to be left alone. But his offer intrigued me, and before I knew it, I was following him out of the library and down the hall.There was a room at the end of the hall that I had never really paid much attention to before; just one of the many roo
Avery’s POVI returned to Evergreen a little before sunset, after meeting briefly with Aldric and the pack healers to discuss the next moves now that the trial period was over. The medicine was set to be rolled out to the other sick children within the fortnight, the news of which made up for the ra
To be fair, Sebastian looked genuinely offended by that.“That’s where you’re wrong, Gideon. I’m offering her this arrangement because I care about her and Bjorn. I love them both.”“And yet,” I said, “the feeling isn’t mutual. Not in the way you want it to be, at least.” I took a small step forward
Avery’s POVI was about to respond when Sebastian spoke first.“That’s none of your business,” he said.Gideon snapped his head toward him. “I think it is my business, when it involves my mate.”“She may be your mate, but she doesn’t belong to you.”“She doesn’t belong to you either, Sebastian.” Gid
Avery’s POV The pack library bore some similarities to the records room in the basement. Both were packed to the brim with information. Whereas the records room had boxes of files, the library had more bound books, but both boasted a copious amount of dust. I mused that one might be able to tell
I didn’t have an immediate answer, so I just indicated for her to follow me out into the garden once more. I handed her a hoe and led her over to where the diseased plants were. “These plants are sick, so we need to pull them up and burn them.” I instructed, handing her a pair of gloves and puttin
“Who told you that the angelica flowers were traditional?” Gideon asked, voice flat. I hesitated. I knew who it had been, but I didn’t want to implicate her. It had been Madelyn who had given me the info and allayed my suspicions when I’d found the unusual flowers. From our conversation the ot
Avery’s POVI awoke slowly, like swimming up through deep water.There was a strange, metallic taste in my mouth, and my head pounded. I was laying on a hard surface. Dirt, perhaps? My limbs felt far-away and heavy. They didn’t respond to my attempts to move.All I could do was lay here.Weariness







