*DAMON*
"You haven't said anything since I arrived, Alpha Damon. Are you okay?"
I eyed Indila from across my desk, scribbling down solutions for pack-related issues.
I had somewhat forgotten her presence in my study. Finishing up the task scroll was essential, aside from that I had to find out who spiked my tea.
"Who made my tea?" I asked dropping the pen and picking up the scroll. I rolled it up and placed it on my side, taking up a fresh one for more scribbling.
"I always prepare your pain remedy myself Alpha Damon, I am the only one who knows its recipe. Why do you ask?" Indila inquired, concern written on her face.
"Who had it delivered?" Her brows creased even more.
"I did, Alpha Damon. I brought it to your study as you requested. Did it taste different or worsen your headache?
