57| Thallium.

I started to giggle maniacally. It takes me a few minutes to get myself under control. Once I do, I stand back on my feet. I walk over to the small desk by Harry's table and serve myself a glass of water.

After taking two gulps, I decide I'm satisfied. I walk over to Harry's window to scope out what is happening outside.

It's easy to tell which men are Harry's and which are Oliver's. The former are the ones losing. That's mainly because they've not been training strategically for battle. They've been trained for brutality.

And that isn't going to help them in this fight.

I use my eyes to search for Oliver, but I can't find him anywhere. He won't be able to get to me, so I have to find a way to get to him.

I turn to look at the door, but it's locked. And it's made of the best mahogany wood; I know I'm not getting out of here through it.

I turn my attention back to the window. It's made of thick glass. I jam my hands against it, but it doesn't budge; it only brings an excruciating amoun