Drake's POV:
I watched her closely, my mind torn between trust and the nagging doubts that had crept in like poison. Leila's voice was steady, her gaze unwavering as she stood there, daring me to challenge her. It was almost enough to make me believe her. Almost.
But how could I ignore the signs? Her health had been deteriorating for weeks, and now this—the bottle of wolfsbane. It didn't add up. And as much as I wanted to trust her, the evidence felt like a blade between us, threatening to sever everything we'd built.
"Would you be willing to get tested for wolfsbane in your blood?" I asked, my voice low but firm. I had to know the truth. I needed proof, one way or the other.
