In the midst of brainstorming with Patterson, Millicent, and Jason, Greg excused himself from Sush’s side with a light kiss to her temple when he received a link from Nash Beaufort.

‘Your Grace, I hope I’m not interrupting.’

‘If you were I would have blocked you out. What is it, Nash?’

‘This is about the inventory of poisons you requested a few days back.’

The poison room on the archers’ floor had been infiltrated and destroyed, most poisons in the inventory gone, and their supplier was facing a shortage, so Greg offered to help stock them back, sending the list of substances that the hunters needed to Nash. ‘Don’t tell...