Concoctions Of Love

Previously

…Zamia sank onto a stool, the velvet bag still clutched in her hand. The decision weighed on her, heavy and suffocating. She could refuse, and perhaps condemn her sister to continued suffering. Or she could accept, and risk everything – her freedom, her reputation, her very soul. The game had begun, and Lord Valerius had just dealt her a hand that promised only peril. The choice, she knew, would define not only her future, but the very essence of her craft. The scent of expensive perfume lingered, a potent reminder of the dangerous path laid out before her.