“How are you both feeling?” There’s a heavy pause, before Torius replies, “Fine.” I cock my head to the side. “You’re not sick?” Another pause. “No.” “And you, Kai?” “Feeling fine.” Confusion and paranoia swirl with the nausea. “You mean to tell me you both ate the soup and you’re not sick.” Torius clears his throat. “That’s correct, Your Majesty.” “You,” I whisper, unable to believe my men would betray me. But the witch did tell Damon it would be someone I trust, and for the past several days, these men have been the only people I’d bet my life on. Quinn’s life. Seems I was wrong to do that.
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Kiran is probably wrong
