Chapter 79 A Nest Built of Thorns

Edyth Hart POV 

The heavy crystal cup felt unnaturally cold as Asher held it out, the pitch-black liquid inside swirling with a dense, viscous weight.

A faint, sweet scent of crushed roots and something rich and bitter drifted up from the brew, thick enough to cling to the back of my throat. 

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