"There is our answer." Nanny Nia said.
Erik's hand slowly clenched into a fist atop the scroll he'd been reading. "So you believe Lily was the one who tampered with the tea?"
"I don't know for sure," Nanny Nia replied, her voice low but firm. "But Kire's reaction was too specific to ignore. And I spoke to the Cook. The spoon I used to stir Jasmine's tea went missing while we were outside. The Cook swears no kitchen staff touched it after we left. Which means someone came in during the commotion and took it."
Erik's face darkened. "And if it had?"
"I don't know what kind of poison it was," Nia said, straightening. "But I know the signs of something sinister. Jasmine hadn't shown any symptoms yet. That was the first cup. If she'd taken more, it might've been too late. This was the first attempt—but I doubt it'll be the last. Perhaps the person used the spoon to stir the tea."
He stood, pacing behind his desk. "Why target Jasmine? Why now?"
