*Erica's POV*
"Thank you for everything, Teressa." I said, breaking the hug.
"Of course,we will talk later, right?" She asked, looking over my shoulder, to take a peek at Hendrix.
"We definitely will." I assured her with a nice smile and ordered a guard to escort her outside.
I noticed at the discomfort in Hendrix's face and decided to deal with it later. Now I had to take my medications again. I could swear; it hadn't been two hours since the scantily-looking woman administered the first emergency dose on me.
I sat by the window for some warmth, my pale hands delicately sorting through a collection of dried herbs spread across the table. The aroma of crushed mandrake and moonflower filled the air, mingling with the musty scent of old books in the secluded library.
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