Theodore’s POV
There were eighteen days left in our three-week time frame in which to take down Owen. I had left Violet at the border three days ago, and I couldn’t think about it without tearing up. Then again, maybe that was the onions.
I sliced the knife down into yet another onion. Violet had offered to try the week-long onion-only diet with me as part of our list of possible ways to undo the fake mate bond, but the High Priestess recommended against it for the baby’s health.
I had started the diet immediately upon my return, telling Eva that I had had a restorative retreat to prepare myself mentally for our relationship, and that now I needed to prepare myself physically. Starting with a week-long cleanse of consuming only onions and abstaining from all pleasurable activities.
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