(Lily's POV)
The vial slipped from my hands, and the little glass piece shattered into many fragments.
My heart was pounding in my chest. What the f**k do I do?
I could still feel Richard Steele's gaze on me. Either I played my cards right, or I'd be the one dead, not Orlando.
I quickly collected myself and tried to ignore the stares in our direction.
A server came with cleaning supplies to clean up the mess I'd created.
“I'm so sorry,” I apologized to the young lady. “I have tremors.”
“That's okay, ma'am. Kindly step aside so that I can clean this up.” From the curt smile on her face, I couldn't tell if she meant it or was obliged to be polite.
But this moment gave me the distraction I needed away from Richard Steele.
I stepped away from him, maintaining a bit of a distance.
“Yo
