Chapter Six
Laila’s POV
“Why the hell would you say that?” Zane’s voice was low, cutting right through the heavy, suffocating air of the room. He hadn't even pulled his shirt back on, his chest still slick with sweat, his dark eyes locked onto mine like iron sights.
The naked woman on the floor scrambled backward, her hands covering her chest, eyes wide and furious.
I swallowed hard, my heart hammering against my ribs so hard it felt bruised. “I—I love herbs,” I stammered, my voice shaking despite my best efforts to hold it steady. “I study them. I want to be a doctor someday... I study natural healing and—”
“Get to the point, Laila,” Zane snapped, his patience snapping like dry k****e.
I flinched at the bite in his voice, but I forced myself to meet his stare. “She’s poisoning you.
