Chapter 6 Poison In The Air

• THOMASINA
• As if it knew what I was going to do, the vial burned in my pocket. Each step, I took through the house, I could feel its presence—small, silent and lethal, sliding against my skin, hidden in the pockets of my nanny dress. One drop. Only one into his mug. And that's it.
• He was going to taste it. And he'll never know what hit him. The agency had instructed me that it should appear organic. Perhaps a heart attack. Clean and fast and simple. But nothing about this felt clean.