A twisted villain came out disguised as an herbalist. She knew what he was... At least she thought she knew. She trembled and shrank down next to her new Master as if he were some kind of shield. Even though he was the orchestrator now.
Azrael Saxe... She'll try to remember it. She had to. The scents of his den that wafted from the doorway weren't only the warm herbal scents, there was a sharper flavor in it. A flavor beyond her understanding that made her afraid. Her eye stung, her stomach rumbled and her mind screamed at her to run.
As Flare's slave, he has full permission to do what he likes with her and enter any of Demelza's threads.
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