Chapter 18- Sick
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~Lisa’s POV
When I got to the door, I paused. I could hear laughter inside. Belinda’s voice was the loudest.
I knocked gently, then pushed the door open.
They were all still there. Kael leaned back on a velvet chair, arms folded. Damon stood near the window, gaze blank. Rowan was seated beside Belinda, who smiled as if she ruled the world.
I stepped in, bowed my head, and moved toward them, hoping this would be over soon.
As I reached for the cup to pour the wine, my hands steady despite the pressure crawling up my spine, Belinda raised her hand suddenly.
"Wait," she said, her voice sharp, slicing through the air like glass. "Let’s make this fun."
I froze mid-motion, my fingers inches from the bottle. Her lips curled into a cruel smile, the kind that meant nothing good. I hesitated, but not for long, because hesitation, in this palace, was dangerous.
Her eyes sparkled with something wicked as she leaned forward.
And then, just as I began to move again, she "accidentally" bumped the tray with the edge of her palm.
It happened fast, but it felt slow.