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den in a tooth. A professiona

s than I imagined. They don't just silence

fast. I quickly search their bodies. No identifying marks, no signet ri

or out." When they find two dead bodies in here with me, m

ket on my neck. A weapon from thin air. What is this thing? No t

aged from their pick. Using the point of my dagger, I jimmy the busted lock mechanism. It t

r open a crack and peer out. The corridor is empty. I slip out, a ghost

ed to change the game. I need leverage s

ther. R

h harsh, hands‑on experience during my past‑life hardships. Shadow-Bloom poison. I remember the name from Tilly's accusation. It's a rare neurotox

se halls from both my past and present life. I find a hidden servant's passage behind a tapestry and

tressed healers and servants. In the center, on a large

ephrine. Atropine. Syringe. I vi

re them sharply in my thoughts. Every summon drained its pow

he dagger vanishing. I had witnessed this strange magic once or

my only window. I slip into the room, silent as a wraith. Everyone is so focused on the dying ma

syringe. No tim

mely dangerous clinical procedure that put massive strain on the heart. But his pulse and breathing

finally spotting me. "

nt hits his heart. He takes a huge, shuddering gasp of air. Color floods

They stare from me to the now-br

gal, severe-looking woman with silver-streaked hair stands there, her eyes widening

ll in my hand, and her face contorts with fury

n to seize me. There is nowhere for me to run. Cornered, I draw

t my stance is steady, unyielding. The faint, thrumming

d his life. If you lay hands on me without proof of guilt, you ris

lver metal can do to werewolf flesh, from the assassins'

e hesitates before the unknown, deadly weapon conjured o

ing faint glow of my locket, then onto the silver dagger in my grasp. He had never

m far more helple

us. The servants and healers, previously stunned by the

u filthy witch!" Isadora