The Poisoner (The Poisoner #1)

by I.V. Ophelia

There was no need to change out of funeral attire, as men die every day—a cause for celebration.

A smoky scent surrounded me. The type of smoke that existed in aged whiskey barrels, exotic cigars, and men who ruin reputations.

Believe me when I say this woman gave me butterflies in my stomach. Though that might just be internal bleeding. Either way, she had charmed me.

So much energy was dedicated to looking happy instead of actually being happy.

I wanted more than to have her close. I wanted her to crawl under my skin and make a home out of my rib cage, for my heart would only beat for her.