Aurora’s POVWhat I didn't expect to walk into when I got home, was the frantic chaos.“What happened?” I demanded, grabbing hold of a passing maid. She paled upon seeing me, then bowed, panting.“Luna,” she said with obvious trepidation. “The young master ate something bad. He’s been throwing up all evening.”My body tensed, and I reacted without thinking. I rushed up the steps with a pounding heart, barely listening to anyone.My son, I thought, desperate and confused.I had sent him to Beta Declan’s home to play with his son. He was supposed to be fine. It was far out of Seraphina’s influence, then why–“Aurora. Stop,” Alaric blocked me at the door of Asher’s room.My eyes widened in shock at the grim expression on his face.“Let me through,” I demanded, voice hoarse from the lump that refused to be dislodged from my throat. “Alaric, let me see him. ‘M a doctor.”I took a step, aiming to brush past him, but he grabbed me by the arm and pushed me backwards, not shoving, but close
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