I shoved Yael away and stared at the smug curve of his lips. He looked almost… pleased with himself, like this was a game he'd already won.
"Elena," he said brightly, "I knew you'd come back."
I lifted my hands and signed with sharp movements.
You lied to me.
For a second, guilt flashed across his face. Then it disappeared, replaced by that pitiful mask he liked to wear, like he was the one being hurt.
"Elena, I'm sorry," he said, voice soft. "If I hadn't lied, you wouldn't have taken the medicine. If I hadn't poisoned you, you would've left me. I've seen Whitney chained up before. Day after day, the light in her eyes dimmed. Vito regretted it, but it was too late. I don't want you to end up like that."
My chest tightened. The hypocrisy made me sick.
I extended my hand toward him.
Antidote. Now.
"Elena, just wait a couple more days," he coaxed, like I was a child begging for candy.
