Chapter 138. What Could Be No Longer Be Hidden

“I do,” he chuckled, the sound sharp and almost mocking. “Go on. Tell me what you were thinking while I stood here, listening to every little moan spilling from those perfect lips of yours.” He took a step closer, and I instinctively backed away.

“The poison—” I cleared my throat, but the moment I mentioned it, his entire posture stiffened. His expression snapped into something colder, angrier. It was as though even the thought of poison was enough to topple whatever advances he’d been attempting moments before.

“Daniel,” I pressed, my voice firm, “tell me everything. I want details about this poison, and I won’t leave until you’ve told me.” My words came out urgent, breathy, each one punctuated by the pounding of my heart in my ears.

His face hardened immediately; shadows fell across his jawline in the faint glow of the bedroom light. The conversation had barely begun, and already I could see the discomfort etched in his features. Yet he remained silent, and that