Deranged

Music recommendation: "La Tortura ft. Alejandro Sanz" by Shakira 

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Olivia narrowed her eyes. "I am not lying, aunt Fuchsia. There has to be a reason for me to lie, and that too a solid one. Why would I lie for a person like you?" she smirked. "You are not worth my lies also." 

"No Samus, she is lying," Fuchsia said in an exasperated voice. "Samuel is not Bernice's mate. That— that bastard must have got a witch spell for Bernice. She— she deserves someone better." 

Olivia bent down and retrieved the knife that was lying on the floor beneath the folds of Fuchsia's gown. She turned the handle which glinted in the light and its tip glowed a dull red and gray. She took it close to her nose and sniffed it. "Poison," she said and gave it to Kaizan. Kaizan sniffed it too and his face contorted with fury. 

"You wanted to kill Bernice's mate?" Kaizan growled.