C9 The crimson trail

“What?” I asked, fear eminent in my voice.

“You've been poisoned!” She says with conviction.

Her eyes showed that of pity; she squeezed my shoulders gently, a small smile playing on her lips.

“She's what?” Exols growled lowly. I hadn't noticed him entering the room.

Grace flinched slightly and moved from me, revealing me to him; his face held anger and something dangerously close to worry