Unspoken Scars

"What would it take for you to call it off?"

"It's not happening. Only if I die."

Elise started mentally calculating when she could slip him some poison—arsenic might work, or maybe even a strong pesticide.

"You're impossible," she muttered under her breath.

When Elise followed him to his home, a housekeeper was already waiting in the foyer.

"Mr. Rowland, the guest room upstairs is ready. Everythi