There, along the curved edges of the claws, was a faint residue. Dark. Slightly purple. Sticky.
Not dried blood.
Not dirt.
What the f**k?
Aria moved in beside me, and I didn't hear her steps. I almost stumbled when her scent hit my nose.
She didn’t touch it with her bare hands. She leaned closer, eyes narrowing, inhaled carefully without letting it get too deep.
Her face changed, and became angrier, if that was even a possibility.
“Belladonna,” she said through gritted teeth.
Ellis swore under his breath.
Belladonna.
Not wolfsbane. Not something obvious and something I would have recognized at the first whiff.
Subtle.
Poisonous enough to weaken. To confuse. To destabilize.
Not necessarily to kill immediately.
But my vision blurring, my head turning light by each second... tha
