Lucas went still beside Trevor, the words cutting through the bright hum of the hall like a blade through silk.
Trevor's expression didn't change, but his grip on Lucas's arm tightened almost imperceptibly. "Poison?"
Dax's smile faded into something colder, his violet eyes gleaming like sharpened glass.
"A servant intercepted it," he said, tilting his head ever so slightly toward the far edge of the hall where the shadows seemed deeper than they should have been. "A glass intended for me. Or, perhaps, for your husband, depending on how carefully the order was given."
Lucas's breath caught, but he didn't let it show beyond the faintest narrowing of his eyes. "And the one who offered it?"
