Venessa’s POV
My entire body trembled with fear.
How had I let myself slip like that? How had my hands gone through the motions so easily preparing the tea, serving it again? Things were different now. Everything had changed. And yet, I had still done it.
If not for his words those exact words I would have failed.
I was still shaking.
The nightmares saved him.
Night after night, fate had dragged me back to that moment the day he was poisoned. The way his voice sounded. The exact phrase he’d said before lifting the cup. Fate had refused to let me forget, no matter how desperately I wanted peace.
If it hadn’t been for those dreams, I wouldn’t have remembered in time.
I stared at the shattered mug on the floor, the tea soaking into the rug, and a horrifying thought surfaced.
Who had
