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Chapter 106: Ashton's POV

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She leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs, as though we were not in danger. A slow, pleasant grin spread to her features.

"That was such an industrious waiter, wasn't he?"

My head snapped up, rage and uncertainty mingling in my face. "The waiter? What the fuck did you do?"

"Not me," She protested, holding her hands up in innocence. "You drank the coffee, Ashton. Next time, don't accept a cup from everyone who offers it to you."

I was gasping weirdly as the pain increased. I was perspiring on my face, and my hands shook. "You poisoned me," I managed to say. "Why?"

Her eyes softened briefly. "It's not what you think. I didn't have any choice. They are also watching me. If I didn't." she trailed off, her voice shaking. "You don't know how serious this is."

"Then tell me!" I said angrily, my voice strained. "Tell me exactly everything, or I swear to."

Or what?" She hissed coldly. "You can barely manage to sit. Don't you know how weak you are now?" She leaned in somewhat and whis
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