Veiled Intentions

She pulled her hand back from Clarissa's grip and gave her a faint smile, sharp and polite. "Then I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. The prescription came from an old maid at the penal garrison."

"What…?" Disappointment clouded Clarissa's eyes. She looked at Rosalind, crestfallen, and asked with growing urgency, "That old woman—where is she now?"

Rosalind's lips curved into a cold smirk. "She