Ambrosia POV
Scrying took a lot out of me, and that session was particularly stressful. I sagged back into the chair as the light was turned on, taking a moment to pinch the bridge of my nose.
“Poison… really?” Jerome asked. “There wasn’t any in his system.”
“It might be something not typically tested for. Not all poison is one-and-done,” I replied. “It could be something that, in small doses, is harmless. It could be something that he’s been taking in frequently over time, and only the accumulation of it has negative effects. Unfortunately, with the Internet, such things are easily researched and made available.”
Jerome nodded slowly, turning the light on. The sudden brightness made me wince, and he muttered a quick, “Sorry.” He cleared his throat. “So, it’s poison, then. What can b
