Picking up my toothbrush, I watch her tight little ass walk away from mebuttowards my bed.Where she’llbe when I crawl into it.
That foreign warmth settlesin my chest again asdoesthe fear that thiscan’tlast.
Nothing good eversurvivesin Raza.
And I can’t shake the feeling that one day, way too soon, I’m going to lose her.
Forty-Seven
A good brownie...
I’m not a good brownie.-Arienna
My vaginaisstill uncertain, but my ass frickin’ lovesme.Who knew that anal could feel so good?
I hurryinto the bedroom.Dropping to my knees, I checkunder the bed.No Fabia.And no bottle of poison.Thank the gods.
Sighing with relief, I lift my head and crawl onto the mattress.But just as I’mabout to draw the covers up and fall asleep, my eyes snag on the closet door.
It’sopen a crack, when earlier, itwascompletely closed.
A horrible feeling settling in my stomach, I walk towards it.My hand reachesout.Twiststhe knob.
Swinging the door open, IfindFabia crouched inside, poorly hidden amongstthe black suits.Gods, Ajax wasn’t joking when he said Richard’s entire fashion sense centresaround black armour with pockets.
Shaking that thought aside, I focus back on Fabia.“What are you still doing here?”I whisper harshly.
“Me?What took you so long to get here?I said one hour.”
“I was hoping you’d be gone by the time we came in.”Glancing over my shoulder, making sure Richardisn’tabout to come in, I lower my voice some more.“I don’t want to kill him.”
“What?Arienna, this was your idea.”She sucksin a breath, struggling to control her volume.“You practically begged me to give you some poison.”
“I did not,” I protest.“You volunteered.Very quickly, might I add.”
“Because you were already trying to kill him.”
“But notreally,” Isay, ignoring how lame that excuse soundseven to me.“I kind of just fed him cake.”
Fabia rollsher eyes.“With the plan to butter him up to poison him.Or more likely, knowing you, waiting until he accidentally died of obesity.But whatever.It doesn’t matter.”She crossesher arms.“Because he’s still planning on killing you, so I’m sorry if you got attached, but if it’s between him or you, I’m choosing you every time.”
“Fabia, you’ll get charged with treason!”
“Not if it works.”
“But it won’t!I didn’t even bring any cake with me.”
She looksaway.
But shedoesn’tlook worried.
My gut flipsaround, then shootsup into my throat, shouldering my heart hard in the process.“What did you put it in?”I ask, my voice trembling, my hands shaking.“Fabia, where is it?”
“This is for your own good.”
Reachinginto the closet, I grab her shoulders.“Tell me where it is!”I hiss, anger and desperation pouring out of me.
But they bounce off the wall of her stubbornness.
