"You are spacing out again, Leilyn."
I looked up, my lips parting. I shook my head, then swallowed, my fingers passing through my hair. Maybe I was being paranoid, but why did it feel like... something suspicious was going on here?
From the mark on Zidane's neck that I was sure was a healing indicator, and this entire trip was useless, to the wizard yesterday, who had seemed way too confident to be lying to a royal, to the realisation now that the poison could have in fact, been for Zidane.
It felt right. It had been made in his favourite dish and...
My lips parted as one more detail came to mind. When I had been preparing the first steak for Zidane, I couldn't remember who it was that had handed me garlic, but I could remember her particular words.
"His Highness prefers garlic with h
