When Petals Meet The Blade (Priscilla and Waldo) novel Chapter 325

Chapter 325

While Garbisch led his team to mop up the battlefield, Jessica escorted Leon back

But as soon as they reached the cliff top, Leon ordered Magnus and Shawn to take the team back.

Leon wanted to speak privately with Jessica. The others quickly moved out of sight.

He pressed his lips together, a flicker of gloom in his eyes. “I know you have many questions.”

Jessica looked up at him and asked, “Is this hard for you?”

Leon remained silent, his expression more serious than usual.

She looked up. The sky was heavy and dark, and the moon gave off a hazy glow. It was past midnight, but dawn was still hours away.

“Are you hungry?” Jessica asked, maybe too soon. The moment she finished, their stomachs growled.

“All the restaurants are closed. Let’s just head back and grab something to eat,” Jessica said, shooting him a look. “You’re injured. Try not to bleed out on the way.”

A flicker of surprise crossed Leon’s face.

“I’ve always been sensitive to the smell of blood and medicine. Let’s go.” With that, she took the lead down the mountain.

Something unreadable flickered in his eyes, but he stayed silent. Then, he picked up his pace to follow her.

6

By the time they arrived, the sky was still dark. This was probably the first time Jessica had ever invited him into her room.

Jessica nudged Monica awake and said, “Go make something to eat.”

Leon had been told to stay seated and wait. He did.

Then, Jessica carefully helped him out of his robe, revealing the dart lodged in his shoulder.

“Your Highness, you’re really holding it together. This dart is poisoned. Aren’t you feeling dizzy?” Though she was concerned about him, her face remained calm.

Jessica fetched hot water and got to work–removing the dart, letting the poisoned blood drain, scraping away the dead flesh, and applying the antidote.

By the time Monica brought in the pasta, Leon was barely holding on, his vision blurring.

Lasting this long with such a deadly poison was truly remarkable.

Jessica settled him onto the bed. Turning to Monica, she said firmly, “Not a word about tonight–not even to Nolan.”

“Understood,” Monica nodded, then stepped out to stand guard in the courtyard.

“Leanna gave me this Panacure Pill. It won’t be pleasant, but it’ll suppress the poison fast,” Jessica said, shaking a black pill from a bottle into her palm.

Leon grasped her wrist, stopping her from bringing the pill to his lips. “Will I… pass out?”

She glanced at his wound. The blood was still qozing, thick and pitch–black.

“The poison is strong. You’ll probably pass out,” she said. The pill could counter hundreds of poisons, but just as she warned, it wouldn’t be easy to endure.