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Emily stepped through. Once in her safe room, she headed straight for a secure footlocker that was against one wall. She spun the combination lock and opened the lid. Inside, nestled on levered shelves, were the various bolts for her wrist crossbow. Emily reached in and swung the top shelf out, revealing the second shelf beneath. The crossbow bolts there were different,
the body of each a long, thin glass tube filled with a green, faintly luminescent liquid.

She picked out a bolt and took it over to her workbench. Holding the bolt upright, she began carefully disassembling it, removing the flight and the arrowhead until eventually she had freed the vial of green liquid. She held it up to the light, and frowned. She really didn’t want to do what she was planning—and she wasn’t entirely sure it would work, anyway—but she felt she had no choice.

Not if she was to protect her secret.

Checking that the vial was carefully stoppered, she slipped it into her pocket and headed back into her apartment, closing the secret door behind her.
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She was in luck. As well as Tyvian wines, there was a liqueur from Karnaca, the liquid a deep green, the aroma a heady mix of spices and peppermint. Selecting a tall glass, she slid the vial out of her pocket and upended it into the glass, then quickly filled the remainder with the liqueur. Replacing the empty vial in her pocket, she grabbed the drink and turned around.

“Bottom’s up,” Wyman said, before swallowing the contents of the glass in a single, long gulp. Wyman paused, jaw open, tongue dancing, then nodded. “Actually that’s not bad. There’s something sweet in it, sort of like… I mean… I think… maybe…”

Wyman dropped the glass.

Emily caught it before it hit the floor. Then Wyman followed the glass. Emily, her own glass in one hand, managed to hook her other under the young noble’s armpit, arresting the fall and letting the limp figure sink gently to the floor