Chapter Twelve“Oh, this spot is nice.” I beam, as I set the tainted coffee on the picnic table in front of its soon to be doomed consumer. “This tree gives perfect shade.” I'm sleek and casual, as always.
“It is, isn't it?” Kam grins.
I set my own drink in the perfect spot right in front of my chair, slide both hands in my pockets, and kick back. A proud sensation of accomplishment washes through me. My body slumps back with relaxation. Vincent is distracted, his eyes glued on Markie. Her voice carries to him in awkward, choppy waves. He is smitten, and it's disgusting. The emptied poison bottle lingers in my pocket. I'm calm. I patiently wait for his coffee to cool enough for him to taste. The upper half of his body leans across the table in Markie's direction. I'm going to have to ditc
