Chapter 7: Poison and Wine

"Sithra," Halvard said from the royal box, and I heard actual fear in the King's Fang's voice. "Sera — get off the sand. Now. Her poison doesn't need to touch you." Good to know. The thin one came forward. Ragged grey hair, sunken face, and a smile with about nine too many teeth. "The wolfless girl," she crooned. "The empty room. Oh, I like you. Do you know how rare you are? No wolf to poison. I'll have to be creative." She slapped both palms onto the sand. Green fog boiled out of the...