Marcos flipped through the grimoire furiously. There had to be some information about the black-fingered mushroom in the old pages of the book. A part of him, immature and petty, wanted to finish the poisoner's job himself. However, he didn't know what could happen to Diana, his top priority, if he did. There was no doubt that they would use his ward once more to hit him. Because of that, he decided that he was going to save his old friend so that he and Diana could get out of this safe.

Marcos' biggest concern, in addition to getting out of that situation alive, was preventing the meeting between Diana and Baltazar. The wizard knew that if Balthazar woke up and saw Diana, he would not remember his granddaughter because of the spell Marcos had placed over his ward to protect her. However, the resemblance between Diana and Flora Hathaway, the only child of the nearly dead man in front of him, was undeniable. Only their hair color was different, while Flora's hair was golden as gold, Diana's was the same as her father's: the color of sunset. Diana's appearance alone screamed the kinship between the two.

Marcos didn't know what Balthazar would be able to do if there was the slightest doubt about the real identity of his protégé.

The mage's concentration was so deep that he did not notice that his pupil was flushed, such was her shame at the young master's unexpected action, nor that she avoided his intense gaze across the room.

"I found it!" He exclaimed, relieved to find the information he wanted, making everyone in the room startled by the sudden sound. Now, thought Marcos, I just need to make the antidote and we'll be free of this mess from hell.

The wizard circled the bed until he was close to Diana, showing the pages of the spellbook to her.

“Honey, I need you to prepare these herbs in the amounts that are described here. Can you do this?” The tutor said, noticing the tired and exhausted expression on Diana's face.

“I think you should rest the rest of the night and start preparing the antidote first thing in the morning,” Lucian said before the girl could respond.

The young master rang a small golden bell that had been on his adoptive father's bedside table, seconds later a butler appeared in the bedroom doorway.

“Please guide Miss Diana to the rose room in the north wing. I will guide the wizard to his room." Lucian continued in a firm tone that allowed no room for questioning.

A shiver went up Marcos's spine when he heard where Diana was going, if he wasn't mistaken, the room of roses belonged to the girl's deceased mother. Did Lucian know of his ward's real ancestry? Or was it just a coincidence?