I moved without thinking. My hand shot out and caught the servant's wrist as he tipped something into Thorne's cup. I did that out of pure instinct or maybe a fifth sense. The liquid was clear but carried a faint metallic scent. The man froze. His eyes met mine for one brief second before he tried to pull away.
"Hold him," I ordered.
Darius was already on his feet. Kane seized the man from the other side. Rylan blocked any escape route. The hall fell silent as guards rushed in. Varak rose slowly, his face wore a mask of concern that did not reach his eyes.
"What is the meaning of this?" he asked.
I stood and lifted the cup. "Poison. Or something meant to draw blood. Your servant carries it."
The man struggled but said nothing. Elara pointed at him. "Mama, he wanted Thorne's blood. I felt it. Like hunger under his skin."
