Sold To My Second-Chance Mate
He had no idea that the Moonshade and Wyrmrot blend I slipped him was made using a few drops of his blood, silver sap, and a carefully chosen mix of plants from the eastern forest.
The Moonshade had made him hallucinate. And the Wyrmrot? That little beauty dragged his mind into the deepest, darkest parts of himself—made him spill secrets he would’ve died with.
And yes he did!
I walked over to the small wooden shelf beside my window. Several vials were lined up in green, red, and black contents. My fingers moved to the one labeled “D.B.” and I pulled it forward. Damian’s blood.
I mixed another dose, adding crushed silver sap, dried tormentil, and a whisper of basilisk ash. The blend turned a
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