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Chapter Twenty - Seven
Author: Manesa
last update2025-09-11 16:42:59

While Eli stood guard, Selene moved through the study with a, terrifying focus. She found a small, empty decanter in a cabinet, its crystal facets catching the lamplight. Using a linen napkin to avoid touching the cup, she carefully poured the remainder of Alistair’s poisoned tea into it, sealing the stopper tightly.

“This,” she murmured, her voice tight but controlled, “will tell us what kind of poison was used.”

Then she placed the delicate cup into a separate zippered bag she’d found in Alis
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