Fiona’s POV“No, she didn’t hurt me,” I said.But that didn’t stop the tension from easing from his jawline. Instead, his grip only tightened.“Then why do you look so weak?” he asked.The truth was I barely slept last night, not to mention my appetite over the past few days had declined significantly. Still, I forced a smile on my face.“I’m just tired.”Only then did he let out a long breath.“Isaiah?”“Hmm?”“How are you still okay? You clearly told me you took the poison my mother sent. So why…” My voice trailed as Isaiah’s hand brushed the side of my cheek.“Do you know how many times I’ve escaped death? Trust me, a mere poison would not do much damage.”Goosebumps prickled me all over again. This was not the first time someone had tried to take his life. And yet he spoke as though it meant nothing.But it mattered to me. I'd been part of a plot to poison him, even if he had ultimately chosen to drink it himself. And now, instead of holding me accountable, he was acting as though
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