She reached into the pocket of her dress and pulled out a small glass bottle filled with a black liquid which she placed into the palm of her hand.
"Keep it. Consider it a gift from me."
"What is this?"
"Poison. The same type of poison the General used to kill Timothy Lanisius," Ruth hissed softly. "Virtually undetectable and works quickly. Gives you time to escape afterward."
"What? Why did you give it to me?" Annica shook her head and returned the bottle to Ruth's hand. "I— No, I don't want it."
"Why? I thought you hated that man?"
"Yes. I indeed hated him, but that was then. I've forgiven him."
Ruth widened her dark eyes with a snort.
"Forgiven him, you say? Have you forgotten what that man did to your father? It was Daemond's sword that killed Logan. Don't tell me the glitz and glamor made you change your mind."
