Winter’s POV

But regardless of everything I had already seen and endured in that place, the very last thing I expected was to be poisoned.

I was wrong. So painfully wrong.

It began subtly, almost easy to dismiss. My airway tightened as if invisible fingers were slowly closing around my throat. A strange itch crept along the inside of my neck, down my chest, spreading beneath my skin. For a fleeting moment, I wondered if I had eaten something I should not have, something I was allergic to. The ...