Crimson blood dripped from her pale fingertips, staining the pristine white sheets.
Carla's eyes were clear, devoid of the disorientation that should have followed the ingestion of the medicine.
She had fallen for this trick once. How could she possibly trust Mathias, drinking what he gave her without a shred of suspicion?
Carla drank it because she wanted to turn the tables, to use this opportunity to understand him.
She took out a notebook. Andrew, Mathias, Oliver, Tyrone, and Kendrick's names were listed, followed by their personalities and preferences.
Andrew: Calm and rational, with a liking for… She left it blank.
Mathias: Sentimental and elegant, with a liking for… She had just filled that in: beauty.
Oliver: Simple and honest, with a liking for good food.
Tyrone: Fickle a
