Chapter 91

Clara's thoughts moved sluggishly, a beat behind. For a moment, she assumed Arthur was talking about Vanessa's allergic reaction.

"The wine wasn't poisoned. Vanessa just had an allergic—"

"I meant you," Arthur cut in lazily. "When did you become half mute?"

She blinked, the sarcasm landing at last. He wasn't talking about the wine. He meant how cold she'd been to his girlfriend earlier.

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