Everett tucked his watch back into his pocket. It wouldn’t be long now. Keelan had excused herself to her bedchamber earlier, promising to return soon.
He closed the bedroom door behind Doreen. At his instruction, the young lady had administered the last bit of the “medicine” to George Grey a few seconds ago.
When the old man died, he would be there to comfort his daughter. She’d see then he’d make a good husband, wouldn’t she?
“George.” He reached down and roughly shook the old man’s shoulder.
George opened his eyes. He winced and Everett leaned in close. He wanted to make sure the old man didn’t miss his next words.
“Doreen just gave you a potent dose of the serum that has been slowly poisoning you over the past several months,” he said in harsh satisfaction.
George’s eyelids flew
