Tainted Wager

Tobias’s breath snagged in his throat. “Mr. Vancroft!” he blurted. Shock flashed across his face as he saw his boss lift the crystal tumbler toward his lips. In a panicked rush he shot out a hand, blocking the glass before it could tilt.

Killian’s long-lashed eyes lifted, calm yet glacial. “Move your hand,” he said, the words so soft they hummed with warning.

“Mr. Vancroft, you can’t be serious,”