“It’s for Lance, you have to be sure it’s okay,” picking up a rag, I cleared my work table, not minding to look at him as I spoke.

“It’s sweet, don’t worry.”

“Saying that only makes me worry more,” Gray frowned, still staring at the cup as if it were poison.

“If you die, Sonia would hunt me down, so you’re safe.”

Patiently, I waited for him to make a decision. Gray stared

At me, then at the cup, then at me again. It was rather unnecessary because it was very unwise of me to use a cup of tea to kill him, even if I had something against him....