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e fastened the golden clasps of my custom Black Ridge bridal gown-a floor-length

rhythmic knock sou

le, carrying the white porcelain tureen on a lacquered tra

ur mother came to bring you a fina

ing a thick, dark-brown herbal broth

th. Drinking it before you board the bridal car will n

right under my nose, her knu

ica scent masked everything, but my White Wolf olfactory senses instantly picked u

olf's brain signals from their limbs, leaving the victim comp

t's hot-the Black Ridge convoy is alr

ently, pushing the bo

of touched hesitation wash over m

ourse I will drink every drop... only,

nk the soup first

arpened with barely

ed me as a betrothal token-I left it inside the prayer

staged panic, gripp

rist when I board the car! If they see my wrist bare and report that the Cantrell Pack los

ason, Drucilla's eyelid twitched violently,

ave something so impor

lee's substitute marriage too, Drucilla slammed th

oth! I will go to the back hill sh

rink it down the second I

d at me, spun around, and hurried down the hallwa

ut, the warmth vanished from my

er and sniffed t

e soup reall

zed on that bed waiting for Deante

dowsill, and tipped my wrist, pouring every drop of the dark bro

id shriveled, turned pitch-black, and rotted into foul-smelling sludge

Dragon-Blood Orchid in the flowerpot, Maeve tremb

y lost their minds... how dare they use

only the first h

he lacquered tray, wiped a drop of moisture from the ri

eady waiting outside the back wall-get inside the wardrobe crawlspa

e determination, and squeezed into the hi

t, leaving only my own steady