SERENA
“Poison! Why would someone want to poison me?” I never hurt a fly in my life. I can’t possibly wrap my head around that.
“That’s what I’m going to figure out. My cook, who has been with the family for years, was also poisoned. We found her body in the kitchen yesterday morning. She had been eating the leftover breakfast. Specifically, your leftover breakfast.”
Horror strikes me like a lightning bolt. Someone tried to kill me … and it obviously wasn’t the cook since she’s dead too. This new information is unsettling and leaves me feeling thankful for skipping out on breakfast that morning. If I had eaten more, I’d probably be dead.
I’m not sure how to feel about that.
Staring at Dante, my thoughts shift … I can’t help but see how different he is today than he was the other night
