The herbarium doors hissed open.
Inside: rows upon rows of violet Wolfbone blossoms under sterile glowlamps, their petals curling like poisoned promises.
Lia moved soundlessly, the Level 3 card still warm in her palm. She slipped past the security node, trailing a small pouch of enzyme vials.
She stopped before the central cultivation tray. The blossoms here were young—bred from notes she’d scratched under a prison bunk.
*My work,* she thought bitterly. *Twisted into murder.*
She uncorked a vial. A single drop of neutralizing enzyme touched the soil—and the blossom withered within seconds.
One down.
Then a voice behind her: sharp, familiar.
“I knew you weren’t asking for access to help me.”
She didn’t turn.
“You watched the bloom die,” Karl said. “You sabotaged it.”
“You mean restored it,” she said calmly. “To what it should’ve been—harmless.”
He stepped closer. “You used me.”
“I saved you.”
“You lied.”
“I kept you alive.”