Her brain whirled in chaos, thoughts colliding like debris in a hurricane. Does he know that I poisoned him at the ball? Does he know I'm here to kill him? What does he know? What doesn't he know?
The questions crashed against each other like waves in a storm, threatening to drown her in panic. Her heart hammered so violently she was certain Ryuzaki could hear it echoing through the penthouse.
"Yeah, I'm not drinking this," he said, eyeing her with the wariness of a predator who'd caught the scent of danger. His perfectly manicured fingers still held the delicate teacup, suspended between acceptance and suspicion.
Blazar licked her parched lips, fighting her way out of the short-lived shock that had frozen her in place. She forced her spine to straighten, her mask of composure sliding back into place like well-worn armor.
"Nope, it's not poisoned," she stammered, the words tumbling out faster than she could control them, desperation bleeding through her attempted nonchalance.
