The Lullaby of Wolfbane
I take a slow breath and let my wolf show, eyes bright, spine straight, refusal absolute.
“I will never be yours,” I say.
Mary’s muffled voice suddenly screams from a nearby cell, ragged and frantic, like she’s been listening and finally realized something. Rowan doesn’t even glance in her direction. And that, more than anything, makes my stomach turn. Even lovesick Mary is disposable to him.
Rowan’s smile returns, colder now. “Fine.”
He looks at Melody. “Vesperbane uses nightthorn extract and violet kelp binder. It rides the blood and burns the nerves. You can slow it with silverleaf and moonmilk, but you won’t reverse it without."
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