Chapter 74: Mates Are Stupid

A silent person, Carrick focused on the job ahead and very rarely opened up. His silent presence was assuring. "I will never forget you Carrick," she said warmly and stroked his forehead. 

She couldn't help noticing that her skin tingled upon contact. As if on instinct, she took her finger to his nose, traced its sharp edge and felt as if something was resisting her pull. She gasped. Her eyes became wide open. Curious and encouraged to see what it was that resisted her pull, she forced her finger to draw out in a straight line in front of the nose. 

Everyone around her fell silent when saw a tiny trail of red colored powdery particles coming out, which fell on his cheeks. Anastasia's breath became shallow. How could she do this? She was drawing out the poison from him. Hoping that it would recur, she took her hand to his forehead and trailed his nose again. More poison came out and dropped on his face.