Curse of the Wolves
Most didn’t bother paying any attention to us, too fixated on some spectacle across the room.
From what I could see in between the masses, there was a troupe of dancers, twisting their gold-painted bodies into intricate knots much like a contortionist would.
We were forced to a stop when a train of fire sprites dashed by with empty platters hoisted above their small heads. Ignoring the frantic beat of my own heart crashing in my ears, I spun to Draco and Azrael.
“Find Hemlock and see if there’s anything he can do.”
“Tiny goddess,” Draco exchanged a long look with Orion, “Even if he had a cure, he wouldn’t give it up freely.”
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