Chapter 9 — Lilith POV
"He kept his composure during the full moon hunt, only for me to receive news this morning that the Prince nearly died from an overdose," Maverick shared.
"Deep down, I know you want the Prince to stay an addict forever." I smirked.
"What?" They both turned to me.
"What if you're the one enabling his cycle of addiction?" I asked. "What if you're the mastermind of the whole situation?"
"You must be insane if you think Maverick is the one pushing Tristan to take drugs," Cain said.
Maverick started to speak when his phone rang. His eyes widened, and he swiftly stood up.
"Who?" Cain asked.
"Davina," Maverick replied before walking away.
I grabbed the glass of wine, leaning back as I sipped from it.
"You have a plan."
"What?" I snapped my head to Cain.
"You might have been able to trick Maverick, but that won't work on me," he said.
"Could you clarify what you mean? Trick him—how?"
