“I didn’t poison her, period. It was an accident. I was trying to heal her.” I dig out the jar. “She took ill all of a sudden yesterday, and—” “How convenient.” “—I brewed her a— What do you mean, convenient?” Behati moves over to Shoshair’s supine form and prods her stomach with her cane. I streak between them and bat away the gold stick. “What do you mean convenient, Behati?” “Your parents don’t want you to go to Glace because of the prophecy.”
