“Nell?” whispered Heath, his hand over the receiver. “Coffee?”
It’s time. She unwraps the poison in her hand. This man promised your people wealth then poisoned the land. He killed your son; his turn to drink the poison.
Heath knits his brow. He’s making another hard call.
She stops.
After years of stealthily playing the role of Nell the housekeeper, Dyani realized his choices weren’t black or white.
Kill him.
She pours sugar into his coffee and interrupts his call. “It’s time we have a serious conversation.”
