Avery's POV.
The flames from the fire flickered, casting a soft golden glow that made the room warm and melted away the coldness from my bones.
I stared at the crystal glass he held. A minuscule amount of white powder sat at the bottom of the glass, resembling a falling snow trapped in a cage. I didn't reach for it. My hands remained hidden beneath the shirt, and my fingers curled into my palms so tightly that my nails bit into my skin.
“I won't poison you, Avery,” Lucian said. “If I wanted you dead, it wouldn’t be by poison”
I reached out my hand trembling despite my best efforts to remain still. As I reached to take the glass, my fingers brushed his, and a spark of something ancient jolted through me.
I quickly pulled the glass back, the liquid sloshing against the rim, tiny drople
