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“Drink this,” Mayla said.
“What is it?” I asked, sniffing the liquid in the cup. The harsh smell made me draw back.
“My own little special drink,” she laughed.
“It smells awful!” I laughed along with her.
“It will help you get through tonight. I know you don’t really want it to happen, but you are Ashes’s wife, and it is your duty to please him,” Mayla whispered in my ear.
She gave me a pitiful look, as if she understood how difficult this was for me. I stared down at the cup. Should I? I wasn’t sure what this would do to me exactly. Would it make me forget? Would I pass out?
“Mayla! Come, I want to dance again,” Sivanna insisted, running up to us and grabbing Mayla’s hand.
We were standing on a balcony that overlooked the beautiful garden, lit by numerous lanterns and to
