“She's better,” I replied casually. “She managed to eat something, and she's resting now.”
“That's good.” He released a quiet breath, leaning back slightly in his chair. “I'm glad she's improving.”
I watched him for another moment, wondering whether he would say anything else. He didn't. He simply looked at me as though he expected the conversation to end there.
I had no intention of allowing that to happen.
“Is it true that Alice was the one who poisoned Sage?” I asked.
The question came out more directly than I had initially intended, but I didn't regret it. I hadn't come to his office to exchange pleasantries or listen to explanations about how busy he had been. I wanted a straight answer, and there was no reason to waste time pretending otherwise.
Jason's expression changed.
He
