Did someone just try to poison me? Athena wondered, instinctively lifting the cup to her nostrils for a closer inspection.
The earthy aroma that wafted from the drink was unsettling—an unusual scent that twisted her stomach into knots. As the confusion crept in, she mentally cataloged everything she recalled from her medical studies about poisons.
Her eyes widened in shock when her brain finally picked out the brand of poison in her drink. The poison was a bio-weapon gotten from a rare plant extract, infamous for its incapacitating and killing properties.
The realization sent a cold shiver down her spine. How had this gotten into her drink? The poison itself was a rare one, so how had her attacker gotten it? Was it the gang? Have they come for her?
