But how had they even discovered the toxin from the herbs? It should have been nearly impossible to detect without careful examination. The physician hadn't even arrived yet to conduct a proper assessment of Circe's condition. So how, exactly, had they uncovered what she had done?
The questions circled relentlessly in Mirelle's mind as she made her hurried exit. Her steps were quick at first, nearly frantic, but she forced herself to slow to a brisk, controlled walk as she approached a nearby guard post. Drawing too much attention now would only hasten suspicion. She kept her gaze fixed straight ahead, her posture relaxed, never once faltering.
Soon, she was out of the manor entirely, the towering structure receding behind her as she made her way toward the gates.
She had already prepared an excuse, carefully crafted and rehearsed in her mind. If the guards questioned her, she would tell them she needed to return home to check on her sick brother.
