Rosa’s POV
Alex must have heard my scream because he was in the kitchen the very next second. He had probably flown down the stairs because he had been too fast. He moved straight to me, his arms wrapping around me as his eyes swept the kitchen, trying to piece together what had happened.
The mug lay shattered on the kitchen floor, tea spreading dark, still bothering to steam streaks. The nurse was pressed into a corner, pale and shaking, while old man Kane sat rigid in his chair like the villain, his gaze sharp.
“She’s trying to poison me,” he snapped, pointing an accusing finger at the nurse.
“Did you get hurt?” Alex asked, guiding me gently to a chair.
I shook my head. “Just a little burn.”
The nurse had now moved to clean up the mess.
“A little burn?” Alex asked, bringing my
