Chapter Sixteen
I inhaled the scent of the surrounding garden as I considered my options. I caught a waft of something faintly sour from the direction of the window. I realized that despite his clean-cut appearance it must be Kalil. The man even smelled sick. What in the goddess’s name was he doing out of bed and walking around? Surely, he should be surrounded by healers who served the throne.
How much time did Kalil have left? Even if I told him about the poison and he believed me, could he recover? Admon had written in his journal about which herbs would be useful as an antidote, but they would take time to take effect. In the meantime, Kalil would be physically weakened and vulnerable, living under the same roof as the man who wanted him dead. If the poison did not run its intended co
