“Natalia prefers that I poison from the safety of her bosom,” she says. “That is how the Arrons like to do it. Quiet and refined. Nothing pleases them more than pleasant dinner conversation that ends when someone’s face falls dead to their plate.” Nicolas lets his eyes move over her body. “There is charm in that,” he says. “But I would see your hands around their throats. A memory to take with me on the night of our marriage.”
