Elaria
“You’re amazing, Elaria. You’re a professor here now.”
Mary Ann looked around my study at the very top of Lorkgard’s highest tower. Blue light shimmered in her eyes, reflected from the glass tubes lining the silver shelves.
My gaze stayed on the baby lying on the experiment table. Little Lulu slept peacefully, unaware that disaster was waiting in her veins—one that would steal her life twenty-four years from now.
“I just focused on magic and research. This is where it got me,” I said flatly.
“So… where do I even start?” she asked. “You know the last time I mixed Ligi root with Bhykar flower extract, I ended up with one eyebrow completely gone.”
“Take a blood sample from your child.” I handed her a glass slide. “We don’t have much time, Mary Ann.”
Her dull red hair stood out s
