were you thinking?” Her face seethed with concern and rage. “I warned you two about hunting alone. Now go and fetch the healer! Go!” A sick feeling wrenched his stomach as he raced out back to a small, mud-thatched building overlooking the rose garden. It was his fault. He never should have insisted on going hunting in the first place. He vowed not to go on the hunt again—not if it meant hurting Mara. Inside the healer’s apothecary, he found Belesia grinding herbs inside a gnarled, wooden bowl. The room held the pungent smells of mold, fire and smoke. The walls were lined with jars of herbs,
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