Poison?
Adam stared at the wineglass in his hand.
Did they poison the wine?
His heart began to pound.
This was supposed to be the most secure place in Davos right now.
The Centennial Gala had brought together some of the most influential Magi, Paladins, and political figures from across the Free City Alliance.
The security was supposed to be impenetrable.
Supposedly.
Who would have thought their wine could be poisoned?
Everyone at the Gala had let down their guard under the illusion of absolute security. False security. They were surrounded by powerful allies, protected by the City Watch, and gathered beneath the same roof of stars.
What better opportunity could there be to eliminate so many influential figures in one fell swoop?
Adam's thoughts raced.
But how?
How could someone pull off something like this under the noses of the security personnel? The guests had been thoroughly inspected before arriving. The entire floating island was crawling with Watchmen.
Unless…
