(Daciana POV)
The smell of wolfsbane spread through the feast hall like an invisible hand, closing around every throat that had dared to breathe.
Tala’s cup shattered first, spilling dark wine across the stone floor while her face turned pale beneath the dying candlelight.
Conri knocked his own cup away before it reached his lips, but the poison had already touched his fingers and burned through his skin.
Farkas cursed and kicked the table aside, sending plates, candles, and silver cups crashing while servants screamed around us.
Bardolph looked at the wine before him, then at me, and horror filled his eyes as if he had almost failed me again.
Ashina laughed softly, still held beneath my grip, and that sound made every wolf in the hall turn toward her with hatred.
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