CHAPTER 45
Rory threw Longinus a glance, but he was merely staring at Lady Martha with such a glazed and idiotic air that, had she not known better, she would have thought he was simple. Lady Martha frowned and gestured again for them to take the two small bottles of liquid in her hand
“Your antidote,” she repeated. “Please take it.”
Rory took both bottles, wincing at the pain in her left arm as she moved it. She uncorked one bottle and guzzled the entire content so fast that she began to choke, but still she continued to drink. She finished, coughing and spluttering, and someone thumped her back.
“Thanking you, Lady Martha,” she said between coughs. “Is that enough antidote?” She wiped her chin with the back of her hand where a little had trickled out and then carefully licked her han
