Amara's POV
Winston's expression turned stormy. "Benedict's injury—did you have something to do with it?"
I couldn't help but laugh. "What exactly are you suggesting, Mr. Hopper? That kind of thing would be illegal."
"You!" he snapped.
Though I'd brushed off his accusation, I could see Winston reading between the lines from my tone and the look on my face.
Not that I was trying particularly hard to hide anything. I just wasn't about to hand him ammunition.
"Besides," I said sweetly, "you run one of the province's leading pharmaceutical companies with connections throughout the medical community. Benedict will recover from this, won't he?"
"It was you. You—" he started.
"Enough," I cut him off with a smile. "Don't take that tone with me. You don't have the authority."
I headed for the stairs, leaving Winston frozen in place, his face cycling between pale and flushed.
