It wasn't until this moment that Flora Bloom finally sensed something was wrong.
The old crone before her had a face full of wrinkles and a hunched back, yet the scent wafting from her was identical to the sweet fragrance of the peach grove.
She was sizing Flora Bloom up and down, then shot a teasing glance at Lex Cross.
The old village chief stood ramrod straight at the side, not daring to speak, his face a mask of reverence as he looked at the old crone.
Flora Bloom tapped Lex Cross. "Did... did someone do something to me?"
Lex Cross let out a soft breath and nodded. His gaze was filled with concern as he looked at Flora Bloom. "It's a poison. She can cure it."
Flora Bloom quickly shielded her stomach with both hands, her face showing a rare panic. "Poison? What poison? How could I be poisoned without knowing it?"
