The Poison Kiss
Leon and Mia had been holding each other for what felt like a stolen eternity, but now, reluctantly, they pulled apart. Their bodies still carried the warmth of that closeness, but the air between them was sharp with what had to come next.
Leon's gaze lingered on her face. The flutter of her lashes betrayed her nerves, her parted lips hinted at words she couldn't bring herself to speak, and her shallow, uneven breaths carried a heaviness that felt almost like guilt. For a heartbeat he let the silence live between them, watching her, weighing the moment. Then his eyes shifted toward the bed where Cassidy lay pale and motionless, her stillness pressing against him like a stone in his throat.
"Mia," he said quietly, his voice careful, "you told me… should I begin the treatment now? Or do you want me to wait, give you more time to think about it?"
