CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVEN
Lucas’s face goes blank for a moment, the way it only does when his rage is far too great for him to contain.
“What?” His voice is cold in a way that sends a shiver even up my spine.
“The drink in my hand today, the one I was drinking,” I explain to him, my voice unsteady. “It was spiked by herbs that can cause you to lose a baby.”
“Who did it?” He stares at Tina who pales.
“It wasn’t me!” She immediately says, startled and just a little fearful. She looks at me and then back at my mate.
“I know that!” Lucas says, angrily. “But who could it be?!”
“It could be anyone from the delegation. They weren't exactly staying in their quarters since they arrived. And the drinks were being prepared in the kitchen. There were so many people going in and out, it could have been anyone.”
Tina’s words make sense.
“We hunt them down then!” Lucas snarls but I squeeze his hand.