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The next few hours were a blur. With the help of Artan and Thomas, Ryane took Kizzy’s body to the infirmary, where they could fully examine it and prepare it for a funeral the next day.
Theron left soon after, saying something about checking on Artan, and Rye and Cora excused themselves, probably to go back to the Bellville house, where they could pretend tragedy hadn’t struck us again.
Leaning against the kitchen island, I pressed the heels of my hands to my eyes, tired and sad and angry.
“I think I’m done,” Kane announced. He had been examining the water in all of the bottles inside the fridge right in my mother’s kitchen.
I looked up, curious. “And?”
“The poison is an alchemist’s work, for sure.” His tone was hard, guarded.
Seated beside me, Ellie gasped. “No.”
“So, you mean
