Michael's POV

A smirk appeared on my face as I watched Nathan take the glass from me and take a sip. How gullible could he be? Did he really think I called him all the way here to make peace? I thought he knew me but I guess he doesn't know me well enough.

My smirk broadened.

"I see you've offered me a glass of my favorite wine but how can I trust you that you really called me here for peace? What if you called me here to kill me off so that you could have Liz all to yourself?" He asked me.

Then he looked at his glass...