DAMION’S POV
The moment I burst into the forbidden chamber, the stench hit me.
Wolfsbane.
There she was. Sera. Standing over Aurora’s still body, a tray in her trembling hands, a teacup steaming.
The sphere glowed a bright shimmering light. it revealed nothing ever since Aurora fell unconscious.
“What are you doing here?” My voice came out deadly low.
Sera flinched, her hands shaking so hard the porcelain rattled. “I—I thought maybe she would want tea…”
“Tea?” My voice snapped like a whip. “For an unconscious woman?”
Her face drained.
The scent was undeniable. The bitter sting of wolfsbane potion curled in the air, making my wolf bristle with rage.
I stalked closer. “Say the truth.” My tone could have shattered stone.
Her eyes nearly welled with tears before she blinked them awa
