His Ruthless Craving: My Vampire Bully
Like something was about to change.
I opened it slowly, flipping through the first few pages.
Handwritings everywhere. Cursive, neat, but fast... my mother's handwriting.
It wasn’t just random writings either. There were lists... detailed descriptions of herbs, roots, powders. Some were familiar lavender, mint, valerian .... things I'd seen in normal medicine books. Others... were things I couldn't even pronounce. Some pages had tiny sketches of plants, drawings of flowers with strange petals, instructions on how to grind them, boil them, use them for healing cuts, burns, bites...