Sparkle
The scent of nightshade filled the air, curling like dark smoke through my cottage.
One more stir. Clockwise. Slowly. The contents in the cauldron rippled like ink over glass—thick, iridescent, and deceptively beautiful.
Power like this required precision. A single drop too much of wolfsbane or a moment too long on the fire, and the entire potion could backfire.
But I didn’t make mistakes. Not when it came to her.
Zara.
The last living heir of Howling Moon.
The wolf girl destined to awaken with power ancient enough to tear kingdoms apart if properly provoked.
And I couldn’t have that.
I’d invested too much. Given too much. Profited too well off this carefully woven lie to let it unravel now.
She was getting too close to the truth.
Her mate had scented her—nearly. He’d lo
