Chapter 67

Lana’s POV

Achoo!

The sneeze ripped through the quiet air of the garden studio, nearly sending my charcoal pencil skittering across the parchment. I rubbed my nose aggressively, my ears suddenly flushing with a prickling, localized heat.

"Catching a cold, Lana?" Master Alistair didn't even look up f...

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