The Psi Wolf
Crimson Manor Keeper Agnes Blackwell whispered, stepping up to help me clear the stone counter.
Agnes had served House Nightbane for three centuries, and she had never witnessed the second prince allow anyone near his personal food supply without a poison taster present.
"You flatter me, Agnes," I replied, my dark skin flushing slightly as I brought the warm chalice directly to Cassius, squatting beside his wheel to offer it. "Drink this; it will soothe the dark veins in your throat."
I scooped a small pool of the liquid with the silver spoon, raising it directly to his lips.