The Pack's Hybrids
“Broth and herbal tea which I am told will help. Give him as much as you can get into him. Keep him quiet, and…”
“Sigrid,” Thaelen interrupted.
“Thaelen,” Sigrid met his eyes. “Many of the blood slaves native to Concordia have fallen ill overnight. From what I have been able to determine from your new slaves, it is a common illness amongst them, a minor ailment, however…” She swallowed heavily. “I have sent for Meguitte. Her mother was a good-witch – a human healer and midwife.”
Thaelen took her by the elbow and lead her away from the bed and the attendants, out onto the balcony. “Sigrid,” he said darkly.
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