Clara
Gideon pressed me up against the wall and demanded to know whether I had drugged him.
I shook my head, frantic to deny it. How could I drug him? Why would I ever do such a thing?
I couldn’t sign an explanation. His hands were holding my arms too tightly. His skin was hot against mine.
“What did you do?” he asked, voice softer and rougher than before.
I could only shake my head again. Had something been added to the food? No, he hadn’t eaten anything yet. The wine? Was that why Nora had left that bottle behind? Did she realize something was wrong with it? I should have found her first and asked.
Gideon leaned closer and sniffed at my hair.
“You smell good,” he said. “So good.”
I squirmed in his grip. What was he talking about? He thought I drugged him, now he was saying he l
