CHAPTER 57
BELLA'S POV
"Judging by the look on your face, I’d say you understand exactly what I’m saying," she mused, her tone dripping with amusement.
I forced myself to stay calm, biting back the mix of anger and confusion rising inside me.
"I don’t read minds," I shot back, keeping my voice firm, unwilling to give her the reaction she wanted.
She rolled her eyes before pointing, first at the pouch, then at me, like the answer was obvious.
"The poison," she said, tilting her head with a smirk, "is yours.”
"And why, exactly, would I be dumb enough to poison myself?" I asked, unimpressed.
"Suicide?" Glade threw her head back with a sharp laugh. "Oh, Bella, you’re not going to kill yourself.”
She leaned in, her breath warm against my ear. "You’re going to commit murder," she whispe
