Braelyn's POV
My mind refused to process the words.
Poisoned.
When the hell did I do that? My mind screamed as I stared at Natalia dumbfounded. His jaw was clenched, and her eyes had this dead look in them that gave me chills.
The accusation sounded so ridiculous that for a moment I honestly thought I had misheard her. But the look in Natalia's eyes held no humour, nor was there the slightest hint of this being an exaggeration.
There was no dramatic flair meant for intimidation. There was only cold certainty in her eyes.
Raphael's grip tightened around her wrist instantly. He remained calm on the surface but somehow flickered in his eyes close to panic.
.
His voice dropped low, sharp enough to cut glass while still careful not to attract attention from the surrounding tables. "If Amelia was poisoned," he said quietly, "what exactly does that have to do with Lynn?" he hissed not budging a bit as the standoff continued.
