The hall was tense, with the physician looking over Loraven's symptoms. The pressure was on as beads of sweat trickled down the side of his face. This was the king's mistress, and all eyes were on him. Evanna's gaze never faltered from his, her hand twitching to heal her mother, but she couldn't do it in front of others.
It wouldn't bother her if this gift was exposed. Evanna would be returning to Direwood forest with Arawn anyway, but she wanted to see how this physician planned to help Loraven. If Killian knocked the glass from her mother's grasp, then it had to be poison-
"It is not poison," the doctor spoke after forcing Loraven to throw up on her side. Nothing came up, and after providing her mother with some calming herbs mushed into a watery liquid, she was left there, head in Garrett's lap, falling asleep. Evanna stared at Loraven's face and lips and registered her reaction after sipping the contents of that glass.
