ROMAN'S POV:I glared at the flute then back to Nyssa, and at the flute again. What was she talking about?Was she so angry with me that she didn't even want me to make a toast now? “What do you mean, Nyssa? They're having a toast. I have to join them in the celebrations.”She shook her head fiercely in reply. “I've been observing that attendant for sometime, Roman, and I'm sure he was watching you throughout. He waited until you began to search for a drink to make a toast with before approaching you.”My eyebrows shot up in surprise as I slowly came to a realization of what she was hinting at. “Are you saying this champagne is poisoned, Nyssa?”She eyed me cautiously as she replied. “I can't say, Roman, but I know what I saw.”I dropped the flute on the table as if I had just been stung by a snake. I turned to Paul, who was leaning forward, interested in what Nyssa had to say. Paul stood up, his hand already going to his leather jacket to where his Glock was positioned. “Who g
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