Incredible Spy Detective. Poets and Liars. Stella Fracta

      On and on he goes! Like he wants her to jump at every shadow, to dread staying alone.

      “They probably won’t try to poison your food again,” he nodded at the breakfast cart.

      Alexandra scoffed.

      “I know. Whoever it was, they were trying to provoke me, not kill me.”

      Richard’s face fell slightly, he started turning the cup in his hand, watching the smears of coffee foam inside it.

      Alchemists see symbols even in the abstract – like a Rorschach test.

      “It could have been one of your haters – they feed on fear.”

      “It wasn’t a hater,” Alexandra protested, and when Richard looked at her, added, “their methods are less sophisticated.”

      The poison was scentless, the glass was handed directly to her, a rational explanation will come later along the way … And the innocent victim’s name will sink into the crowd.

      She had no proof – just her intuition and what William and Christopher had told her in her visions.

      “Then who? Do you have any theories?”

      He tried to understand, to figure it all out – but to a layman the terms she operated with were mere fantasy tropes, not truth or objective reality.