The small bottle felt heavy in her hand. Her firm hand opened the cork on the top.
Her hand threw it behind her. Having no idea where it landed. ‘Well here goes. There is no going back after this.’
‘Are you going to believe him like this?’ The shadow got closer to her. ‘What if you are a thorn he is removing for a reason.’
‘What reason will he require to remove me? He can do that without poisoning me.’ Rosa decided to stop listening to the shadow and quickly gulp down the liquid.
She stood up from the bench and grabbed her mask putting it on and screwing the bolt with the armor. She pulled the cloak forward hiding her eyes such that only her visual is well.
She dropped the bottle on the ground and used her right foot to step on it hard making it almost powder. She stepped on it with force grinding it as much as she could. Later on, her feet rubbed on the rubble created and spread it out so that nothing could be traced back.