The silence in the Throne Room was heavy enough to crush a submarine.
Primrose swallowed the tea.
It didn't taste like chamomile. It tasted like battery acid mixed with ghost peppers and deep-sea pressure.
For a second, she felt nothing.
Then, her veins turned black.
"Primrose!" Caspian shouted, lunging forward, but Rajah held him back.
"Wait," Rajah growled, his eyes locked on the Fox. "Look at the tail."
Primrose gripped the edge of the table. Her vision blurred. She felt the venom rushing toward her heart, designed to shut down her organs one by one.
But before it could kill her, a cold sensation washed over her spine.
Her new Violet Tail—the Shadow Tail—whipped around and wrapped itself around her waist. It pulsed with a dark, hungry light.
The blackness in Primrose's veins stopped spreading. It reversed. The venom was being sucked out of her blood and pulled into the tail.
