Healer's Love: Petra Series, Book 3 (Unabridged‪)‬

Avalon is at war with itself. When Shakespeare wrote, “Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them?” he probably had a drawing of me as his muse. I opened my mouth at the absolute wrong time and declared I was High Lady Petra Abara of Gawain. Did I mean it? Absolutely. But words have power, so no take backs, especially since a reporter was present.

Instead of spells and bullets, this war is being fought in the streets with words. If I am elevated, two of the top three nobles in Avalon would be women. The conservative faction in Chambers would like to plant me six feet under, or failing that, drop me into a ravine. Since they can’t do either, they are trying to dig up as much dirt as they can about me, then shout it in the streets. No, I don’t dig up bodies in the middle of the night to experiment on them. But yes, I do experiment on dead bodies. That’s how healers learn. But what is truth can wander through the gray, and some people will believe what they want.

Balancing my life is becoming increasingly hard. But at least I don’t have a mad necromancer trying to hunt me down anymore. Right?