Back at the apothecary on Tulip Lane.
Rosalind was still toying with the amethyst pendant she’d gotten from Warner. Something felt off about her today.
It wasn't just her volatile temper, but also this strangely familiar amethyst.
In her memories, this should have been her possession. How did it end up as his personal pendant?
It was too chaotic. Rosalind pressed her fingertips to her temples, her bright eyes flickering.
She could indeed recall bits and pieces of her past now, but they were mostly fragmented images.
It seemed she would have to wait. Rosalind re-fastened the amethyst pendant and ran a finger over her lips. What exactly was in her patient’s blood that could make even her feel so unsettled?
Rosalind had honed her medical skills primarily by experimenting on herself.
And experimenting on oneself naturally involved both beneficial and harmful substances.
What’s more, she cultivated Celestial Nettle.
By all rights, she should have been immune to any poison by now.
Unless… what he carried was more than just a simple toxin.
Rosalind’s long fingers tapped a rhythm on the table, a slow smile playing on her lips. “Interesting.”
He truly was a man marked by the Grim Reaper.
She wondered who Death favored more—him or that Turner heir.
But one thing was certain: when she decided to save someone, no one could stand in her way.
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