Sparkle
I should have known the potion wouldn’t hold.
Zara wasn’t like the others.
She never was.
I stood over the scrying bowl in my cottage, watching the girl move through her birthday morning with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. Her energy was flickering—erratic. Faint threads of her wolf pressed against the cage I’d woven.
Cracks were forming.
Already.
I cursed under my breath.
“I thought I had more time.”
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The moon was high, but I couldn’t wait for the cover of darkness. I’d been foolish, arrogant, thinking one potion laced with spirit root and blood moss would be enough to keep her quiet.
But the mate bond had interfered.
I hadn’t accounted for that part being so strong.
I tampered with it—yes.
I cast the redirect spell. I masked the pull and tied it to anoth
