Annabelle's POV

Manslaughter.

I was 1.5 milliseconds from committing murder.

As I looked up at him, all I could think of were ways I would successfully hide his corpse after I'd killed him for trying to act smart and ruining my plans. Reading intent was one of my core skills. I could catch foul play from ten thousand meters away, and I sure as hell caught his.

I would have just walked away. I should have. But the vengeful me wouldn't just let it go. Not only had he stupidly fed me vodka, he almost just ruined a perfectly timed opportunity.

I paused at my first string of thoughts. Then...