Chapter 33 Midnight Conspiracies

• Mary's eyes fluttered open in the darkness, her body attuned to the precise timing she had planned. Beside her, Dominic lay motionless, his breathing deep and regular—the sleeping pill she had dissolved in his nighttime brandy working exactly as intended.
• She waited another few minutes, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest, before carefully extending her hand toward his face. Her fingers hovered inches from his skin, close enough to feel his warm breath but not quite touching.
• No reaction. Perfect.