Lily’s fingers trembled as she turned the vial of golden liquid in her hands. Even though she already knew what it was, the confirmation sent a fresh wave of anger coursing through her veins.
A scent-altering potion. The very thing that had stolen her rightful place.
Kieran loomed over her shoulder, his expression grim. “This is proof, Lily.”
“Yes,” she murmured, staring at the shimmering liquid, “but proof of what, exactly? We already knew Amelia used something like this. What we don’t know is who gave it to her.”
Kieran took the vial from her and examined it closely. “This potion is rare,” he said thoughtfully. “And illegal. Only a handful of alchemists could have made it. If we find out where it came from, we’ll find out who’s pulling the strings.”
Lily exhaled, nodding. “Then that
