аннотация
Three years ago, Velt, a dragon lord, cast me out of his ancestral hall before the entire clan council and replaced me with a profitable bride from a neighboring house. I left without a word, taking only my healer’s chest, and opened an herb shop in a strange city where no one knew my face. A quiet life, my own money, my own bed, no blood on my hands. I almost believed I would survive. Then my brother gambled away my sister to a dragon clan, and the blood mark Velt once branded into me as his.
