Ashwagandha plant..... Ashton Pearce. No wonder the names sounded so alike.......Ashton stood in the silence of the lighthouse, the man’s final words still echoed repeatedly in his mind like a haunting melody or more like a broken record. His heart pounded against his chest, his mind reeled with the reality, of how real the revelation was. The flower—the power it held—it was far more dangerous than he could have ever imagined. And now, it was his burden to bear. But there was something else gnawing at his insides, something darker. The mention of sacrifice—of a blood offering—chilled him to the core. How far was he willing to go? And who, or what, was he supposed to sacrifice?The flower’s petal, it was still warm in his hand, it pulsed gently, as if it could sense his unease. He wanted to crush it, to destroy the source of all this madness, but he knew that wasn’t an option. Not when Elizabeth’
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