Alpha's Pet
He leads David out by gripping the back of his neck, but as soon as the door is closed, I rush to confirm what Darcia left behind.
The false bottom the necklace usually sits on lifts with ease, and there, sitting in the tray, is a small gel capsule.
It has to be poison.
I rush to my nightstand, storing it away with the several blades I found hidden around the room still, before bolting back to the bathroom.
Corbyn arrives to see me assessing my new necklace in the mirror. It was probably under ninety seconds, but I look at him and taunt, “Ninety-three.”
He reaches me in two strides, his gentle fingers gliding over my skin to lift the necklace before removing it. “It doesn’t match the dress.”
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