Anzhar Academy. Theory and Practice of Love Charms

The air of Angar smelled like spring. Earlier, Alvar Grimes, a hardened cynic, hadn’t noticed it. But today, shaking the shards of a vial labeled “Jetemiya” off his palm, he began to see more. To feel… differently.

The love potion had been drunk by Grimes by accident. And he knew that by morning it would drive him mad, burn him to the ground… Agony was already beginning, but he promised himself he would fight to the end. Because he perfectly understood where his desires would lead him.