Troy's POV

I hated this fear that crept up on me. Only I knew she was fated-mate. No one was aware, not even she. I cradled the back of her head in my hand. Her eyes were weepy, she was breathing hard. I could smell poison as she coughed.

I scooped her up. They were in the hall. 'Fetch healer,' I told Ray, 'Capture Alyn in her chamber. Don't leave her side,' I told Elaine through our mind link.

They answered but I couldn't pay attention. My mind was reeling, for anything that could help her.

Brayden stormed in, "What happened, Troy?" He asked, looking bewildered.

"She's poisoned. Don't know, how? Alyn has something to do with it, " I shook my head furiously and rushed to the closet. I opened the cupboard and groped for the box. I scattered her dresses, some fell on the floor. I let out a long sigh when I got it. I grabbed it and quickened my strides back to the room.

I stormed to her side on the mattress and opened it quickly. I grabbed some dried le