ISABELLA'S POV
I watched with barely concealed glee as Claire lifted her fork.
She really thought she was clever—walking into the lion’s den armed with nothing but that icy glare of hers.
But no wolf escapes poison.
When the smoked salmon touched her lips, I held my breath, waiting silently.
Mom, seated to my left, shifted uneasily.
I assured her with a sharp smile. Nothing could go wrong with the plan.
Sure enough, Claire’s knife slipped from her hand seconds later.
Her body swayed like a leaf in the wind, her pupils struggling to focus.
“What… what did you…” she muttered, her voice weakening.
I leaned forward, dropping the warm façade.
“What did I tell you, b***h? You should’ve stayed away when you had the chance,” I smirked.
Before she could finish her next breath, she coll
