Chapter 166 Foodie

• Hazel thought for a moment. "I don’t even know what book I’m looking for or what remedies I’ll use. I’m still thinking it through, so you don’t need to help me, Samantha. I’ll hole up here for a few days and sort it out. If I need you, I won’t be shy. Go on—take care of your plants."
• Samantha eyed Hazel, a conspiratorial gleam in her gaze. Figures—top of the class, always playing by her own rules. The Veilspire Research Institute’s library was sprawling like a cathedral; every time she came here, she felt sleepy.
• Then Samantha’s sharp eyes caught something. She pointed at Hazel’s neck. "Hazel, what’s that mark? Who bit you that hard?"