CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN A WOMAN’S EMOTION

DAPHNE’S POV I waited for Enzo as soon as the messenger reached us but seeing how the commotion was riding, I knew that I couldn’t just remain here, waiting for him to return so I went with the messenger to see the state of things myself but as we approached them, someone met us on the way and gave us a mask and some jackets to wear. “Why?” “We are not sure of the mode of the poisoning and we think it is better to be safe as it could be airborne.” That is quite reasonable actually. I approached with caution nevertheless. It was better to be safe than sorry after all. I saw the men writing on the floor. Some of them were not breathing. “What is going on?” “We don’t know. They have been like this for over thirty minutes.” I gestured to the ones that were not moving “What about those ones? They are not moving. Are they dead?” “No, they are not dead, just weak.” The messenger said to me. He appeared to be out of breath as he was breathing heavily. Something is wrong with him too.