Poisoned Dinner 3

Ever since Derek had stopped trying to restrict the voice days, it had broken free in his thoughts yet again. Roaming as it wished...

The voice chuckled sinisterly. 'Since you seem so fond of her, I thought I might delight witnessing your hurt and her demise. It's an unusual sight the Prince of death gets a taste of his own medicine… poison, I mean.'

Derek's fingers tightened round the cup. He knew he deserved not to feel hurt or have that sense of being betrayed, but he couldn't help not feeling neither.

Not only was he consumed with fury and shock, a distressing emotion of sadness was swelling within him, stuffing his chest and air passage like pads of cotton and making it entirely difficult to breath.

And if he could, he yearned to strangle the annoying demon inside him to relieve his misery!

In any case, he fought with his conscience not to blame Rain. Maybe he really deserved been poisoned to death.