Page 157 of Kiss Marry Kill

“Maybe.” I stared at my cup, a bad feeling settling over me. Something wasn’t right. I felt hot, nauseous, and muddled. The only thing I’d ingested since lunch was the tea River had given me. He wouldn’t have tampered with it, would he? No. That would be insane. He wouldn’t go that far. I flicked my uneasy gaze to his.

His eyes were dark and cold, and his mouth had a slight smirk. He picked up the pen and signed the paper, all the while watching me. “Now it’s your turn, Maxwell.”

I swallowed hard. “My turn?”

“Yes. Go ahead. Sign the papers.”

“Okay.” I tried to lift my arm, but it just flopped uselessly. My lips felt numb, and sweat beaded on my forehead. I glanced at the tea and then up at River. His smirk widened, and it suddenly sank in what was happening.

He did drug me.

The certainty of that hit me as I held his gloating gaze. I tried to stand, but my legs wouldn’t work. “You l… lil… weasel,” I slurred. “What d… did you do?”

He rested his chin on his hand. “I need answers, Maxwell, but every time I try to have an open and honest dialogue with you, you run away.”

I squinted at him. “What?” I tried standing again but almost fell out of the chair. “God dam… bed… it.” I panted, rubbing my eyes roughly. “Why?”

“We’re going to spend a little quality time together, Maxwell,” he snapped. “I’m finally going to get to the bottom it.”

Trying to see him through bleary eyes, I mumbled, “Bottom of what?”

He leaned toward me and hissed, “Why you thought you could kill mysisterand get away with it.”