The girl got up from her bed and smiled viciously, her eyes narrowing with an evil glint. 'Novalie, did you take me to be naive to not notice your suspicions about me?' She sneered, glancing at the door. She had long known that it was impossible to hide the smell of rosemary seeds.
Unlike the normal rosemary seeds, the ones she had used were special and possessed a distinctive smell. So, there was no way the two women had not sensed it. Though Novalie had retained an impressive face, Beatrice had not masked her qualms. Her face showed how she was feeling from within, and at once, the girl had perceived the situation.
If Beatrice, who was less powerful than Novalie, could detect the smell of the seeds, it was impossible for the old witch to not find out about it. The smell was too strong to ignore.
