Falcon was still on watch when he suddenly felt a sense of foreboding. For almost an hour, not only had the Grand Lord not returned from Lady Mearina’s abode, but he couldn’t hear the other warriors on guard speak.
It was too quiet, and it troubled him.
He rose to check on the nearest warrior. It was Isla, she was assigned to watch the east side of the perimeter.
He went to the large tree where she was supposed to be and was shocked to find her unconscious.
“Isla?” He rushed to her. Her face was flushed, and her pulse was slowing. A drug. Something meant to put them to deep sleep.
They must have eaten Owen's soup, despite his warning to them not to. They had insisted they were hungry.
Falcon turned back, found Owen, and immediately grabbed her by the collar, not caring she was older.
“What did you put in the soup?!” he roared. Owen dropped the bucket of herbs she had fetched for Mearina.
“Nothing, sire! I put nothing in the soup. I did nothing!” Owen shook in fear, seeming to speak th
