CHAPTER EIGHTY-SIX

HAZEL'S POV

Xander zipped open his bag hastily, taking out tablets, pills, capsules, syrups— they lined the little table in front of which I was standing. 

“I'll have to leave. King Darius is going on a short trip, so I must be with him. You will need these, so I had to…” he paused, counting the drugs, and I stared at them. 

“But I'll need prescriptions. How do I know these will be compatible with my system?” I asked softly. “The number I should take, and how frequently I should…”

“Everything is all on the pack, and forget what you're saying about ‘system’. A pregnant woman is a...