“Wolfsbane?”
Freya repeated, shock laced in her voice as she turned her eyes to exchange glances with Orson.
Orson had a stiffened posture, and the same horrific expression etched on his face. Neither of them wanted to believe the news.
How was it even possible?
Freya tried to find her words, but all she could think of while drifting away in her thoughts was the awful fear of dying.
“But…” She tried to catch her breath, already feeling the stuttering amid the growing fear. “But how? I haven’t been eating that. I… I can’t eat that.”
“Well, it’s visible right in this blood that I took from you,” The healer confirmed, tossing the syringe into the little box in front of him. “I don’t know how you managed to digest that, but… you’ve been eating that for a while now.”
Frey
