Camara bent over Sebastian’s prone form and tugged at his shoulders to turn him onto his side in the recovery position in case he vomited. His face was pale and a cold sweat formed on his brow. His breath was fast and ragged. His colleague, Martin, lay on his side with the same affliction.
The tea. Someone had doctored it — but with what?
She had only taken a sip of the bitter brew, but both men had drunk a full glass. It could be any number of poisons, and many dangerous plants were even grown here in the lab. Possibilities ran quickly through her mind, a litany of toxins and their terrible effects. Although her life’s work revolved around the wonders of botany, Camara understood that Nature was not her friend.
Now it might kill the only man she had ever loved.
Despite his betrayal al
