Sapphire's head was spinning.
It wasn't ordinary dizziness—it was as if the world were a few seconds behind her senses. She raised her hand to her face and frowned at the sight of veins pulsing beneath her skin, slightly purplish, almost glistening in an inappropriate way.
Her blood was trying to circulate.
And failing.
Her skin, once vibrant and firm, now carried a grayish tone that should never have existed there.
"…"
She blinked, her jaw clenching.
"I was… poisoned?" she murmured, staring at her own hand as if it had betrayed her. "What the hell is this…?"
The pain came immediately afterward.
It shot through her entire body like a misdirected discharge—but concentrated in the nape of her neck, making her hiss through her teeth.
"OW—!"
She couldn't even curse properly.
The memories came broken. Fragmented. As if someone had cast a thick fog over everything that had happened before.
Vergil.
She remembered meeting him earlier.
The wine.
The damned wine.
