Chapter 186. Under Watchful Eyes

CLARISA

I had a hearty breakfast. In the last few days, I had an incredible hunger, although I was not very physically burdened. I did not want to be bitter about what was going on in the city; after all, I had a convincing explanation for this stench.

The poison was not evil, as many thought; it was a channel for people to finally unite.

“Miss Clarisa?” asked a voice on the other side of my door, speaking very softly, almost in a whisper.

I recognized him immediately and opened the door to let him in before anyone saw him.

“I thought you would come later,” I said and took the book from my bedside table.

The healer always came and prescribed and brought me medicine for my migraines and stomach ailments. He had become a close friend of mine after I had that argument with Chris, asking him to stay away and never speak to me again.

“Today, I can tell you that story if you want. The one about the cup with the cloves…” he started to say, but I