Sapphira nodded. \u201cI\u2019m not.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She wasn\u2019t afraid because Larissa had warned them that something major might happen tonight and had taken precautions, dusting their clothes with a special powder.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about Dad\u2026?\u201d Sapphira whispered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLarissa is a smart girl,\u201d Neville murmured back. \u201cIf she prepared us, she wouldn\u2019t have forgotten: about him.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Josette scrambled to her feet in terror, reaching for her husband, but her hand found only air. Jagger had already shaken her off and was retreating to a safer spot.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cJagger, you damn coward!\u201d Josette screamed, a mixture of fear and rage consuming her. But there was no time to argue; she quickly ran after him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cFinley, Honora, are you alright\u2026?\u201d Vivica stood up in a panic, trying to check on her son and adopted daughter when she heard a sharp cry.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAh!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The cry came from Honora. She felt a sharp pain in her ankle. Looking down, she saw a massive scorpion latched onto her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong?\u201d Finley asked, his voice tight with alarm.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2026 I\u2019ve been bitten,\u201d Honora stammered, her face pale with shock, her normally rosy lips now bloodless.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finley\u2019s face went white. He followed her gaze and saw a giant scorpion, the size of his palm, clamped onto her exposed ankle.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDamn it!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ignoring the danger, he grabbed a knife and fork from the table, bent down, and pried the scorpion off, flinging it to the floor before stomping it into a paste.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Honora clung to Finley\u2019s arm, her eyes welling with tears as she whimpered, \u201cFinley, what do we do? I think\u2026 I think it\u2019s poisonous.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finley was speechless. That useless Draven was more trouble than he was worth.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t be afraid, Honora,\u201d he said, trying to soothe her. \u201cThere are doctors here. As soon as this is under control, we\u2019ll get you the antidote.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
As he spoke, Honora could already feel a throbbing pain spreading up her leg from the bite.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Would she really be okay?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damn that Draven!\u00a0<\/p>\n
If she had known he was this reckless, she never would have agreed to work with him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Draven himself stood calmly in a safe corner. He had taken an antidota hoforshand an\u00a0<\/p>\n
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nothing to fear. He watched the chaos unfold with a sense of grim satisfaction,\u00a0<\/p>\n
No matter what, he had succeeded in ruining the engagement party of Haskell and that woman.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Suddenly, a clear, melodious sound filled the air. The music seemed to possess a magical quality, instantly silencing the frantic noise.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The swarming snakes and scorpions, which had been scurrying wildly just moments before, now grew strangely docile.\u00a0<\/p>\n
One by one, they emerged from under the tables and, in an orderly fashion, began to retreat, slithering silently out of the banquet hall.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The guests looked around, bewildered, until their eyes fell on Larissa. She held a single green leaf between her fingers, her lips pressed to its edge. The beautiful, haunting melody was coming from that simple leaf.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Larissa continued to play for about three minutes, and by the time she stopped, every last one of the terrifying creatures had vanished. The hall was once again calm.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat just happened? Did those snakes and scorpions really just leave because of the music she was playing?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is too strange!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t think\u2026 she was the one who summoned them, do you?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Now that the danger had passed, the guests began to whisper amongst themselves, their fear turning to suspicion.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland\u2019s breathtaking cold.<\/p>\n
Wings of Broken Time by Alina Das 270 Sapphira nodded. \u201cI\u2019m not.\u201d\u00a0 She wasn\u2019t afraid because Larissa had warned them […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"default","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"footnotes":""},"categories":[89],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-30789","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-the-throne-of-thorns-novel"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/30789","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=30789"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/30789\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=30789"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=30789"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=30789"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}