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