dampened brows smoothed out within seconds. “What did you do?” a young woman demanded as she fell to her knees beside the man, dropping an armful of clean towels. “What did she do?” “It’s okay.” Casteel placed a hand on her shoulder. “She only eased his pain long enough for Magda to return.” “But how…?” She trailed off, her brown eyes widening as she placed a hand over her chest. Meeting Casteel’s gaze, I rose and went to another, one with eyes of winter. A wolven. I had no idea how old he was, but in mortal years, he appeared to be a decade or so older than me, his onyx-hued skin drawn into
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