I emptied the substance into his protein shake and swirled it slowly before returning the bottle to the fridge. Lethal. Untraceable.
Eric would have his usual workout and shake this morning—only this time, it would end in an induced heart attack.
Poison wasn’t my style.
I preferred my kills loud. Volatile. Gratuitous in every way possible.
But Eric’s status would attract the wrong kind of attention. Too much noise. Too many questions.
I slammed the fridge shut.
After one last sweep of his kitchen, I slipped out through the back door—but I didn’t leave. I crouched low in the shrubs, watching through the window as Eric switched his coffee machine on and opened the fridge.
He hadn’t even showered after exercising.
Good.
They’d rule it as just another statistic. One more heart attack in a long, boring line.
Eric was still on his phone.
Come on. Drink it all, you fuck.
I relaxed when he finally paused the conversation to take a long swallow. He looked irritated—angry enough to head upstairs mid-call and leave me waiting.
He never came back down.
I left the same way I’d entered and swung onto my bike, the engine growling beneath me as I pulled onto the road.
One down. One to go.
Ella wouldn’t miss James.
We’d make sure of it.
Only once I hit the open stretch did my thoughts drift back to her—to the slight swell at her stomach. That soft, tempting curve she suspected Alec was responsible for.
I frowned.
He needed to stop feeding her such rich food or we’d all end up with pot bellies.
If anything, I needed to be fitter than ever.
???
I stopped off at Dominion to see Rowan. He stood on the top floor, eyeing the blackjack table one floor below.
“Missing chips,” he murmured as I came to stand beside him.
I stared at the dealer.
“He’s stealing from the client. Not us.”
“Do you want me to sort it out?”
“No, security will remove him shortly,” he said, turning to look at me.“No word about Eric yet.”
“His body hasn’t been discovered yet,” I said with a shrug.
