Zephyr's eyes narrowed at the bottle, which Sam held with apprehension. Sam carried it gently with his two hands as if it were an egg.
He retrieved the small bottle, his eyes gazing at it with inquisitiveness, and then he sniffed it, discovering that it was wolfbane, and not just a small amount was refined into this form.
He reflected on the past few days and speculated on where he might have taken something that contained this poison, since he was cognizant of its effects on his body, albeit subtly.
The pavilion, he thought. His tea. It was poisoned by Blair.
