Page 84 of Broken Princess

“Careful,” I said with a smirk. “It’s actually just Warfarin. Same as the so-called Tylenol I gave you earlier.”

She flinched as if I’d slapped her. “But you said—”

“I know what I said. It sucks being lied to by your own family, doesn’t it?”

“Logan, please,” she said, eyes wide and beseeching. “Take me to a hospital.”

“Why the hell would I do that?”

“Because I’m your mother, and you love me,” she said, grasping at my shirt sleeve. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the truth. I just wanted to protect you.”

“Sure.”

“Please, darling. Pick me. Not her,” she said, jabbing a thumb in Willow’s direction. “You know who I am now. You know the kind of power I have. The kind of power I can give you if you just choose to help me.”

“You’re asking me to pick you over Willow for that?” I said, lifting my brows.

“It’s more power than you could possibly imagine. If my family’s plan comes to fruition in the future, you’ll be the president. But you won’t be a puppet like the others before you. You’ll have real power, and by then there’ll only be one party. No one would ever dare to challenge you.”

“Right.”

“You can still have all of that,” she said, softly stroking my arm. “Everything you’ve done today will be forgiven. You just have to help me right now. Choose me. Then you can have it all.”

My lips turned up in a half-smile. “You know, once upon a time, that may have been tempting. But not anymore. I love Willow, and I’m never letting her go. Not for anyone or anything,” I said. I leaned my head closer to hers. “By the way, I wasn’t exaggerating when I said I know everything. I know exactly what you did to Chloe, and I love her too, so if you honestly think you stand a chance with me right now, you’re even more delusional than I originally thought.”

Her eyes were feverish and over-bright now. “Please, Logan. You can’t let me die. I’m your mother!”

“You’re Chloe’s mother too, and you tried to kill her when she got in your way. I know you’d do the same to me.”

“I wouldn’t. I swear.”

I scoffed. “You’re so full of shit. You literally threatened me half an hour ago, when you said we wouldn’t get away with this.”

“I… I didn’t mean it like that,” she said, gripping my arm tightly. “Please, darling. Help me!”

I straightened my shoulders and looked at her with a stony gaze as I delivered my final answer. “No. No fucking way.”