The truth didn’t feel real. Free. She hadn’t spared a thought on it yet. She couldn’t while Kade was fighting for his life or Merrow’s men, now Kade’s men, scrambled to draw their loyalties and determine her future.
On the other side of the bed, a frustrated sigh drew her attention. “We’ve tried the charcoal mixture,” an older healer said as he set down a bowl. “If it were a common toxin, the charcoal would have begun to draw it out by now.”
Lyra shook her head. “It’s not common.”
All eyes turned to her. She hadn’t meant to say the thought out loud, but it seemed everyone had heard her.
“He was hit with something,” she continued. “Small. Fast. It must have been dipped in something concentrated.”
Another healer held up a clay cup. “We also tried crushed garlic and vinegar,” he said. “T
