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She hesitated, the glass still in her hand. The comforting gesture had taken a very unsettling turn, and now she found herself grappling with a surge of mistrust. What was in the milk? And why would Laura, who had seemed so kind and attentive, give her something that smelled strange?

Penelope’s grip tightened on the glass as she tried to decide what to do next.

She glanced at the TV, the flickering images and writings barely registering in her mind as her thoughts raced. She could still feel Laura presence in the kitchen. The realization hit her like a cold wave—there was poison in the milk, Wolfsbane. This one was nearly scentless and would burn her insides in minutes. Her heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to maintain her composure.

She couldn't confront the maid directly. If the girl had managed to muster the courage to give a fully awake and sober half human that could perceive just anything a poisoned drink, who knew what else she was capable of?

Her mind spun with quest