Chapter Thirty

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          It was night when she finally came to; the room was dark and quiet and her head was throbbing. For a short second, she didn’t even know where she was, but slowly noticed the smell of the room, and the feel of the bed. She carefully touched her left temple, where Blake had hit her. It hurt.

          “June? Are you awake?” a voice suddenly spoke. She looked around, but couldn’t make out anything in the dark of night.

          “Y-Yeah,” she answered. “I guess.”

          “How are you feeling?” Blake asked.

          “My head hurts.”

          “Sorry about that.” He was silent for a second, then said, “And what about your… urges?”

          “Eh…” She felt the blood racing to her cheeks, though he couldn’t see her blush. “They’re… gone.”

          “Good. I’m sorry I had to hit you, but it was better than the alternative, I guess.”

          “Y-Yeah,” she said. “What was it? What happened to me?”

          “Bad apple. Poisoned apple. Apparently someone thought it funny to prepare the food with some herbs that have rather stimulating effects.”

          “Terrance,” she muttered.

          “Terrance? You think he did this?”

          “The food was already there when we came in, and he carefully avoided the apple. He knew I would take it.”

          “But... why? Why would he do that?”

          “Why the Hell not?! It's Terrance—he did it to fuck with me!”

          But Blake disagreed. “Terrance wouldn't go that far to mess with you. And besides...” He chuckled. “He left the room before you took the apple, so I'd say he did not want to fuck with you.”

          A dry laugh came from the corner, but it soon stopped.

          “Trust me,” he said. “This was not Terrance's doing.”

          “Then who? Nikolai?”

          “I don't know. Maybe. Or maybe it's the spy.”

          “Great,” she muttered. “So we haven't got a clue who did this.”

          Blake shrugged. “Even if we did, would we punish them? I mean, we really can't do a thing. No one can know what happened—if they found out that Joanne Vixen was foolish enough to get poisoned-”

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