Her fingers suddenly stilled.
Without hesitation, she reached for another journal.
Then another.
The deeper she searched, the tighter her brows drew together.
"...So that's why."
She slowly closed the final journal.
The poison bore an uncanny resemblance to one of Alaric's recorded formulas.
Someone had altered it.
But how...
She couldn't tell from the records alone.
Marionette lowered her gaze to Cassius's medical reports.
"I'll need to examine him myself."
Only then would she know exactly what she was dealing with.
She carefully returned every journal to its rightful place before gathering the medical reports and leaving the laboratory.
Marionette sealed the concealed entrance before returning to her office.
She collected her bag and stepped outside.
Behind her, the heavy
