45: Brice
Brice
It was a few days later, by Brice’s reckoning—more unsettled sleep and bland meals. There had been a tremor of some kind, but Fen hadn’t been bothered by it, so Brice assumed it was nothing to worry about.
Fen’s pee was definitely red, and the smell was heavy and cloying. Not that this worried Brice. He’d overheard her talks with Macklyn, where she’d complained about pains. He’d said she already knew there would be mild side-effects, that there had to be some genuine symptoms to aid the ruse.
Fen always took the food first, to make sure she got the one with the extra something. Brice had no idea what it was—nobody mentioned a name, either technical or common—but he overheard enough to know that it stained her urine red, and added that unpleasant odour.
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