Lydia’s POV
After finishing breakfast, I walked slowly back to my room, trying not to think too much. The food tasted fine, but my mind was somewhere else—scattered, uneasy. This place… William’s house… it was beautiful on the outside, but something about it felt wrong. Like danger was hiding in the walls.
The moment I closed the door behind me, I remembered.
The poison.
Harry had given it to me before I came here, told me to use it when the time was right. I hadn’t planned on using it yet, but I needed to be sure it was still safe—hidden.
I walked quickly to the bottom drawer of the cabinet where I had placed it.
I opened it.
Empty.
I blinked. Looked again.
I reached my hand deep into the corner of the drawer, but it was still empty.
“No, no, no,” I whispered. I dropped to my kn
