It wasn’t so much what she did it but more the speed of her response. For an old woman she could move fast. Izzy looked down at the juice that spattered her jean. “Why?” She had been sitting at a table in the kitchen of Sinyn’s house watching him make lunch. Sinyn didn’t believe in servants. Neither did Izzy. It had been fun watching him cook. Some men were naturals. Sinyn wasn’t. He was eager, but not destined to be a great chef of the world. “Katie?” Sinyn’s eyes were locked on the old woman. “Poison. It was designed to make you miscarry.” Izzy stood up in shock, the juice running down her legs and into the floor. “Are you kidding me?” The look in Sinyn’s eyes told her this was no joke. “Where’s Anthony?” Sinyn’s voice sounded like thunder. Katie shook her head. “It was his harlot.” “He’s just as responsible,” he declared. “Aye, that he is,” agreed Katie. Sinyn’s hands were bunched into tight fists. “Where is he?” “At home trying to look innocent.”
