"How… what do you mean?"
There was a whirlwind inside Daphne's head. She didn't have any knowledge about antidotes to help Atticus. Princess Cordelia had been right about one thing and that was that Daphne did not have much knowledge about the various medicinal herbs and their properties. The basics were easy enough and she recognized the more common plants, but that was just about it.
Never had she cursed her own lack of knowledge more than the present.
How could Daphne possibly be the cure?
Atticus let out a weak chuckle, though there was no joy in it. He swayed on his feet. All his blood was flowing downwards, and the lack of skin contact hurt felt like a physical wound. His wife needed to understand.
"Sunshine, you fed me a powerful aphrodisiac. I'm burning from within."
