A Feast of Deceit

Rowena's expression gradually hardened as she stared at him in disbelief.

With her tone a little melancholic, she said, “You don't trust me?”

Victor chuckled. “Silly girl, I was just joking with you. Of course, I trust you. But was this wine prepared by you or Kingston? I don't trust him.”

Rowena showed him her empty red wine glass in her hand.

“I've already had a glass. So if the wine was tampere