The Poisoner (The Poisoner #1)

by I.V. Ophelia

I would have mistaken her for a shadow between her black dress and midnight hair if it wasn’t for that milky flesh.

It was impossible to ignore her, but I could not imagine how she managed to ignore me.

that predatory clicking rises in his throat, like some type of demon from a deep circle of hell.

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.

You said you would give me a head start as a sign of good faith.” “What if I decided to pursue you in bad faith?”