FLYNN
“What do you mean?” I frowned. Interesting was one of my least favorite descriptive words and I could tell by the look on Westin’s face that this was bad news.
As my mind considered the possibilities, Westin handed the report to me. “Lord Albert said it’s a very old poison made from plants that only grow on the land of...”
“Crawford,” I said, reading the report.
Westin nodded grimly, his expression serious as he stared down at the papers in my hands. .
It wasn’t entirely surprising, considering Addison’s earlier speculation. If the Crawfords were pursuing a vendetta against the Maddens, poisoning Georgina wouldn’t be as far-fetched as we’d once believed.
However, Cole and I had assumed it was a plot against Cole himself. Or...
I looked up from the report, sensing that Westin h
