The bishop held the bottle up to the sun and examined its contents.
“Give it back!” Willow struggled against Darius’s hold. “That’s mine! Don’t touch it!”
If the bishop had been watching closely, he might have noticed that Willow’s changing eyes had darkened to near black, so that her pupils were now indistinguishable from her irises.
The duke, however, noticed the change. His forehead wrinkled up in a worried frown. What was she doing?
“Oh?” The bishop was really curious now. “What is it, woman?” He waved it in her face.
The trembling in Willow’s body had stopped, and she grew dangerously still. Her fists uncurled themselves, and her hands opened. “It's poison,” she said, her voice strangely quiet and calm.
“Poison?” The duke jiggled the vial doubtfully.
“Yes, its d
