"Mr. Stephens, please don't be hard on her. It's all my fault. I lost my footing and fell on my own. She absolutely did not push me…"
Clarissa clicked over in her heels and positioned herself at Hubert's side, instantly pulling every ounce of his attention.
The moment I met her eyes, full of calculation and triumph, I understood. Clarissa had stolen credit for what I'd done.
Hubert wrapped his arm around Clarissa's slim waist, his voice tender. "What are you doing out of bed? The doctor said you need rest."
Clarissa leaned into him, her voice a syrupy whine. "I missed you. And it looks like she still hasn't realized what she did wrong. Maybe you should toss something in there with her. I hear people confess to anything when they're scared enough."
Hubert gave her an approving glance, then turned to the bodyguards. "You two. Go put my pets in there."
The word pets sent ice through my veins.
Hubert had a particular hobby. He kept centipedes, spiders, and snakes. Cold-blooded creatures, all of them.
The first time I'd seen them, I'd asked him, "They won't bite me, will they?"