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Serenna frowned. Jassyn sat in the greenhouse, leaning against the glass. With worry prickling at her scalp, she balanced the platter of food on a hip to open the glass door. When she saw him more clearly, shock loosened her grip. The tray of food crashed to the ground. Aghast, Serenna placed a hand over her mouth. Purple bruises and bite marks marred every surface of his neck. Trenches left by nails disappeared under his white leathers. He looked ravaged by an animal. “Are you okay?” Serenna asked, rushing to kneel beside him. She swept vines away to clear a space. “What happened?” Jassyn ...more
The Aspect of Essence (The Aelfyn Archives, #1)
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