Minutes I do not have. I look back down at Callie. My mate is fading so fast. Too fast. This is the moment I’ve dreaded since I met Callie. The moment I lose her. I’d rather do something unforgivable to keep her alive than let her slip quietly into death. Something unforgivable… “Mara, where is the wine? The—the lilac wine.” The Flora queen looks up from her own dead mate, her eyes dull. “The royal cellar,” she mumbles,
