The Alpha King's Breeder
So far, whatever she’s doing is working on the superficial wounds, but the mark…
“This is insane,” Maeve says to the group, patting Fallon’s back. “I’ve never–the ingredients for the spell aren’t even remotely accessible to the general market. Ashwood, bone of oryx, spindlethrush? The only places that have those herbs in particular are the caverns beneath the royal library, and they’re under lock and key every hour of the day. This can’t actually be what it is.”
Marianna stares at me, her eyes milky and distant. The corners of her mouth tilt into a soft, sleepy smile, and then she closes her eyes for what I hope is a while, at least. She needs the rest.
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