LILITH’S POV

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The moment I stepped inside Mara’s cottage, I felt like the walls were closing in on me.

The air was thick with the scent of dried herbs and spices. Shelves overflowing with jars, roots, powders, vials… of all different shapes and sizes. I'd never seen anything like it in my life.

Reed’s hand brushed mine as we followed her deeper inside, and even that touch felt too small to ease the dread curling in my stomach.

Mara moved with a slow, easy grace, ...