Harry’s POV
The room was quiet. Too quiet. The fake treasure sat on the table like it didn’t matter anymore. All that filled the space now was tension, thick and heavy. Lydia stood in front of me, still holding the poison, but I could see her mind was somewhere else.
And so was mine.
I stepped closer again, slow and steady, like a predator closing in on something it already owned. My hand moved, lightly brushing against her arm, then slowly gliding up to her chest, and around her back.
She didn’t move.
“Lydia,” I whispered, “you and I have been claiming to be just friends in front of everyone. But you and I both know better.”
Her breathing changed. I leaned closer, lips near her neck.
“Why don’t you just give it to me now?” I said, voice low and heavy. “You know how long I’ve been h
