“There are two cures to the sleeping-death fruit; everyone knows that.” He shook his head. “The other is a myth, a lie we push for children’s stories. It’s positively evil, even for me.” She blew air out of her lips, feeling strangely let down all of a sudden. “By the gods, alert the town crier! I’ve found a man who doesn’t believe in love.” He lifted a brow, angling his head down when he responded, devoid of emotion: “I do believe in love.”
