Chapter 41: A Poisoned Kiss
****Isabelle’s POV****
The clock on the wall ticked louder than my heartbeat, which, for once, was saying something. Every second that passed brought me closer to the moment I had rehearsed a hundred times in my head and still wasn’t ready for.
Dante sat across from me in the suite of the crumbling estate Victor had granted us, oblivious to what I was about to do. His eyes were tired but alive—his gaze full of defiance, fury, and confusion. He didn’t know the plan. He didn’t know that to save him, I had to kill him.
Or make it look like I had.
I poured the wine slowly, the red liquid catching the chandelier light as it filled the glasses. The bitter tang of the vial in my pocket clung to my fingers. A paralytic, non-lethal but terrifyingly convincing. It wo
