ZEVRAN ILVANE POV

"What are the results?"

Frieda picked up the files, her mouth pressing into a thin line as she looked through them. "It's not looking too good. I've figured out the composition of the poison, but it's going to take us a while to come up with an antidote."

"How long are we talking about?"

"More than a month."

"I think you can get it done within the month."

She met my gaze, a heavy sigh escaping. "I will try my best, but there's no guarantee that it will be ready."

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