Broken by One, Desired by All
He looked impossibly pale, lips tinged faintly blue, lashes fluttering weakly.
“He’s been poisoned,” I said sharply. “Wolfsbane. Prolonged exposure. Ingested.”
“How long?” the healer demanded, already working, hands hovering over his chest as magic flared.
“I don’t know,” I snapped. “Too long.”
Teachers poured in, tension filling the room like smoke.
“We’re searching the stores,” one said urgently. “The antidote isn’t stocked in large quantities.”
“Then make it,” I growled.
“The ingredients—”
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