The entire table rose in an instant. Cut Throat dropped to his knees beside her, calling out her name with a voice that cracked under real worry. Interesting. Maybe he was not half as bad as I thought, but it did not change much for me. My attention was already fixed on Lucy. Should I step in?
"She's poisoned, you! I will kill you all. Which one of you did it? Fuck! Lucy, hold on, please!" His voice shook with panic, and then his eyes locked onto me. The killing intent that poured from him washed over the room like a cold tide. "It was you! You witch. All because she took that flyer from you, you poisoned her? I will kill you!"
How in the world did the blame shift to me so quickly? He really was an idiot driven entirely by his emotions. The thought made me release a quiet sigh.
