The whole ball seemed to turn up in that hospital. I watched scores of well-dressed Valcox panicking about the poison. Others came in because they had been stepped on, some of them looked haggard. They did not at all look like the exotic creatures I had seen dancing.
I guess all people look the same when they are scared, Valcox or Licnine.
King Onyx had his own room. I had tried to step out to let him rest but he kept calling for me. My name or Beryl.
I couldn't just leave him like this. He had gone to trouble to make me comfortable at the ball, and he reaped an awful reward.
"It appears whatever he drank has caused him symptoms consistent with bad intoxication," The female doctor from before assured me, "The blood came from a cut where he had bitten his tongue. He should be okay in a few days after the effects wear off."
"That poison was meant for me," I admitted, I rubbed my forehead as I tried to remember the figure in the crowd.
