Chapter 16 The Bitter Medicine

• "Say that again," Casian whispered, the words dragging out of his throat like iron over crushed glass.
• The Maybach felt suffocatingly narrow, the heavy smell of wet leather and ozone mixing with the cold fury radiating off his skin. Outside, the rain pounded against the glass in relentless, deafening waves, but inside the car, everything had gone deadly quiet.
• "Arthur wasn't just dying of pancreatic cancer, Casian," Megan repeated, her voice steady, though her chest hitched with every breath. She didn't pull her hand back from his wrist. Her fingers remained locked over his racing pulse, grounding him before the storm inside his head completely took over. "When I first moved into the Long Island estate as his private chef, his tea always had a faint, copper-like metallic edge. At the time, I thought it was just the heavy mineral content of the well water or his chemotherapy drugs."