SILAS “Brontë poisoned Melissa.” Roger said, setting his eyes on the cars packed in the hospital’s lot.I see. So that's why he ran into the hospital.I cleared my throat. “So why did you think she did it? Isn't Luna supposed to be her friend?”He shrugged. “Jealousy,” he muttered. “She's jealous of Melissa.”My brows formed into a knot.That's it?Not, she's obsessed with me. Not, she has something on me that made me send five hundred thousand gold coins to her, just… jealousy?What are you hiding, Roger? What does Brontë know that I don't!“But I feel there's more to her,” he muttered tapping his hand on the metal rail he leaned against.I let out a short snort, obviously.He dipped his head, then angled it back to me. “Any news on her?”I shook my head. “Nothing we can work with.”“Fuck,” he hissed, sinking his fangs into his coiled fist. “There has to be something.” He slammed it to the metal.Silence. It only grew uncomfortable by the minute.“There's something I need from y
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