KESLEY'S POV

"This grain didn't go bad on its own," I said, standing up fast and looking at Elder Vane. "This is Nightshade root. Someone poured poison liquid into the bags after they were brought out of the storehouse."

Dylan let out a loud, ugly laugh. "Oh, listen to her! Suddenly the wolfless slave is an expert on poison! How do you know so much about Nightshade root, girl? Did your father teach you how to mix it before he shipped you over here?"

"My mother taught me!" I barked, turning around to face him. "Nightshade root is dark and sticky! It sticks to everything it touches!

If someone poured...