Queen Bellatrix swept into the room holding a bouquet of flowers, and every wolf in it went still.
King Tiberon followed a step behind her, his eyes sharp with open skepticism.
"Poor dear." Bellatrix turned to Alaric. "Are you certain it wasn't something she caught from one of the beds she warms?"
Alaric didn't look up from Serena's chart. "It was poison."
"Spare us the bullshit," Dex clipped. He stood, blocking Serena from her view. "Considering you are the one who poisoned her, I am struggling to understand why you are here at all."
Aegon: I am not struggling.
"She has poisoned your mind. I was nowhere near her when the incident occurred." Mid-sentence, Bellatrix pushed past him and placed the bouquet on the nightstand.
Fine pollen shook loose, drifting lazily into the air. Dex's gaze snagged on it immediately.
All color drained from Elara's face. "Is that Nightvein Lily?"
"I'm not sure," Bellatrix answered lightly. "I'm terrible with plant names."
