Been very busy all weekend, so instead of a mini story, here's a little snippet from the work in progress...
She yanked her hand back, spilling her tea.
“Sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to startle you, but you mustn’t touch these,” he pointed to the purple flowers. “They’re highly toxic. Monkshood; Aconitum Napellus. The poison can be absorbed straight through your skin.” He arched one eyebrow and gave her a strange, sideways glance. “It’s very effective, fatal in ninety-nine percent of cases. It induces severe vomiting, and death from a seizure within minutes of being ingested.”
“Ewan! I don’t want to know how you know that,” she said with a shudder. She looked up at him, at his face, the bruising blending into the dusk. Alarm stirred her instincts, setting them quivering as though in a breeze.
“Why on earth have you got something that dangerous growing in your garden?” She looked at her mug of tea with fresh eyes. “Dare I drink this?”
He laughed. It was so unusual to hear him laugh, she watched him, torn between joining in, and paying attention to the fear prickling in her core.