Emma.
We were back in my room after the meeting with the elders. Aragon was awake. I was out of trouble. At least for the time being.
"How did you know about the antidote, Emma?" Kael's voice was very soft as he sat on the edge of my bed, his gaze piercing.
I shifted, my mouth suddenly dry. "A servant gave it to me," I stammered. "I told you, she just handed it to me."
Kael's jaw tightened, and he looked at me as though studying every inch of my face. "Do you expect me to believe that? That a servant would just hand over something like that?"
"It’s the truth, Kael. Why don’t you believe me?"
He let out a slow breath. "I don't think you're lying, Emma. I know you couldn't have just found those ingredients. There's no way you’d have access to what it took to make that antidote."
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