A WITCH OF THE HIGHEST ORDER
Twisting down the stairs, Edith was too elated to notice the burn in her thighs or the ache in her back or the anger from Cadmus, who was leading the way. She had confidence in her potion, even though she had never served it to anyone before, but the swiftness in which Loma was able to communicate and comprehend the life she had been absent from was more successful than she could have imagined. Only when they reached the curtain at the bottom of the stairs did she pick up on the tone when her husband turned to look at her and his eyes were fierier than Dex’s breath. Gripping her arm tightly, he marched her to her chamber, filtering which offense he intended to confront her with first. Slamming the door behind them and watching as she rubbed her arm, he took in the scene before him. Withi
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