Willow
“No, that’s impossible.” I shake my head.
“I’m serious, Leo makes limbicus and sells it to Mike, who sells it to other drug dealers. Why do you think they never found the lab results of the drug used to spike your drink?”
I gasp. “Did Leo bribe the hospital staff?”
“No, I thought you knew that limbicus is untraceable.”
“But Marcel...”
“Marcel confessed, remember? And he had the limbicus with him.”
“No, not Leo.” I shake my head.
“Think.” He looks at me, his green eyes daring me to deny what I already suspected.
“Leo kept saying I was going to hate him if he told me the truth.”
“See?” He raises his eyebrows.
“I’m going to kill him,” I say between my teeth.
“No, calm down.” He puts his arm around me.
“Don’t tell me to calm down, you are also a traitor. You wa
