~ • FLASHBACK: A Few Hours Earlier • ~
The drug, 'Dreamer's Folly', was slow-acting, designed to be ingested over time, to slowly and gently lull its victim into a deep, unshakable sleep.
Senna, as the perfect, gracious hostess, had poured glass after glass. "I toast to you," she had said, her voice a soft, sympathetic purr. Marissa had played her part.
"I toast to you again," Senna said, her amber eyes soft with a false, sisterly apology, "to apologize for the Grand Duke's behavior on your wedding day."
She drank her cup in one, smooth motion. Marissa smiled, a polite, empty mask. "That is in the past," she'd said. She raised her own cup to her lips, tilting it back. The sweet, heavy, drugged wine filled her mouth.
She did not swallow.
