Chapter 157

Third Person's POV

Morrigan stood by the bedside, the healing mark on the back of her neck swollen and red. Her mint pheromones were tinged with sour anxiety.

She straightened the Crimsonmoon medal on her cloak and said, "She kept muttering 'wrong'. No one knows what she's talking about."

Drusilla cried and said, "Why else? It's because of Valerica! She went to Vivienne's birthday party too. She c