Immediately Emily took a sip, she knew something was wrong with the milk. The taste was slightly off barely noticeable, just a faint bitterness underneath the honey.
Most people wouldn't notice.
But Emily wasn't most people.
Her medical training kicked in immediately. She took another small sip, letting the liquid coat her tongue, analyzing the chemical composition instinctively.
Sadative . Probably benzodiazepine-based, mixed with something else. Designed to induce deep sleep quickly. Dosage was moderate enough to knock out an average person for several hours but not lethal.
Someone had poisoned her milk.
Emily's mind raced through possibilities. Alfred had brought it. But Alfred was loyal, had served the Blackwood family for forty years. He wouldn't poison her knowingly.
Which meant someone had tampered with the milk before Alfred brought it to her.
