She set the glass bottle back on the table and turned her attention to cleaning up the space.
She then picked up a small metal tray from the counter, placing each tool back into its proper slot.
There was a thin, hollow tube made of polished silver, its tip designed to draw out venom without breaking skin, a small hand pump attached to its base for suction, and a set of delicate forceps gleaming under the light.
Beside them lay sterilized cloth strips and a shallow ceramic bowl meant for holding extracted fluid.
Her fingers lingered on the silver tube for a moment. She plan to use it earlier, certain she would need to use it on Clint.
Yet, the duke had taken over before she could even begin.
A quiet sigh escaped her lips. She wrapped the tools in a clean cloth and set them back into the wooden cabinet.
"Better not tell this," she murmured to herself, closing the cabinet door with a soft click.
