Slowly, Elene's throat began to burn, her airways narrowing by the minute. She wanted to claw at her own neck to get rid of the feeling but knew better than to do that in front of the witnesses.
As a royal lycan, wolfsbane usually did not affect her much. Her bloodline was too strong for the regular plant. However, whatever they slipped into her coffee was concentrated.
"I told you it was bullshit about the poison training!" Issa snorted and cut a piece of the juicy meat on her plate as if nothing much was going on.
This would never have been over if she had made a scene.
"More coffee!" Elene forced the words out, and the dining hall went quiet. The assassins who stared at her with mocking sneers just a few seconds ago looked puzzled now.
"We are out," a tall, broad-shouldered man in
