IAN
their heads, offering nothing but weak sedatives that bar
ote was the reclusive healer who had a
diately. The reply came back within t
, I went myself, wi
he scent of drying herbs. Dr. Sullivan was an old man wit
ut didn't show the def
pleasantries. "My mother is dying. She
about money, Alpha Sterling. I have made the d
? Our arrangement has a
that specific remedy, were passed down to me by my mentor.
use the arts of the Carlisle lineage to serve the man who has so grie
ocked. Avalon's influence, her family's legacy,
ion," I threatened, my Alph
nt laws. He was not bound by my command. He simply
smissed. T
of another healer. Dr. Edmund Sullivan, in Silvermoon City. They say he and Arthur s
ver of hope.
nded my driver. "Offer
rage at Avalon festered ins
time, I didn't go inside. I s
for any reason. No one is to speak to her. No one
make her feel the isolation s
from inside. "You had better pray to the Goddess that my mother survives this,
d strode away do
LON
nd the door. Clara stood besid
t are we g
in my lap. "Don't worry, Clara. Eve
st Edmund Sullivan once their first option failed. Edmund was the next piece I ne
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