Chapter 20
Warrior lunged across the table, catching Viola’s arm but seeming not to know what to do. Viola looked up at her, her eyes wide with fright. Like Ottilie she struggled to speak, fingers clawing at her throat, but she couldn’t get a word out or even draw breath. Warrior caught her head before it fell to the table, only to gently set it down. Viola was dead.
There was a quiet moment, then a clatter as Liv’s tea mug fell from her numb fingers. She looked at them each in turn, her piercing eyes searching for signs of guilt. Then she put two fingers in her throat and attempted to make herself vomit.
Warrior was still standing with one knee on the table, her hand on the back of Viola’s head. She looked over at Liv. “That likely won’t work. Where did that antidote gun go?”
Liv was
