I sat there for a long moment, staring at my reflection. At the mark on my neck that looked slightly better thanks to Serra's medicine. At the face of a woman who was supposed to reclaim her birthright but might not live to see the rest of it. Vincent's faith felt like a weight.I turned away from the mirror and reached for the vial on my nightstand. Took another drop even though it wasn't time yet. I just want to be sure and buy one more day.The morning passed in a blur of pack duties I could barely focus on. I reviewed supply reports, settled a dispute between two warriors and approved the menu for tomorrow's dinner.All while my mind raced through scenarios. seven days until the Council hearing. Maybe a week left before the mark and poison combination overwhelmed Serra's medicine.And somewhere in this packhouse, Anthony was calculating his next move while Mira brewed her special tea.Fuck! I needed air.I found myself in the northern gardens that afternoon, near the old fountain
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