“It’s likely.” Astra’s hands move with practiced efficiency, drawing a small sample of the wine into a glass vial. She adds various reagents and watches as the liquid changes colors, her brow furrowed in concentration.
Minutes pass in tense silence. I pace the length of the lab, my wolf agitated and snarling. The thought of Zane drugging Selene and manipulating her into accepting his mark makes me want to tear something apart.
“I can’t find anything,” Astra mutters finally, frustration clear in her voice. After a moment, she leans closer to the vial and adds another reagent. The liquid shimmers, then turns a faint purple.
Her breath catches.
“What?” I’m at her side in an instant. “What is it?”
“It is an aphrodisiac,” she says slowly, her voice tight with a growing alarm. “But not the
