The Elven Slave And The Great Witch’s Curse __exclusive__ -

Inside, the tower chamber was no dark lair. It smelled of rosemary and rain. Bookshelves climbed to a ceiling painted with stars that moved. And seated in a chair woven from living willow was .

“I’m not offering to die for you,” Kaelen said. “I’m offering to share it. Elven blood is long. I have centuries left. You take my hand, I take your curse. We split it in half. You keep your heart. I keep my magic. Neither of us is free—but neither of us is alone.” the elven slave and the great witch’s curse

“A Silvervein elf,” she said. Her voice was low, dry, almost bored. “Clipped. Bound. Wrapped in rags.” Her gaze slid to Vane. “You dare offer me damaged goods ?” Inside, the tower chamber was no dark lair