Page 6 of Winter's Scorching Kisses
Keir cackled a bit more. “You are brilliant.”
“I know.” He didn’t need Keir telling him that. He wanted to kill Adorra without too many questions aimed at him.
“She’s leaving.” Keir bobbed his head in the direction of the stairs, and Edmund turned his gaze to where Adorra was disappearing up the stairs.
“It’s time.” He abandoned his seat and slowly made his way across the room, making sure to share some pleasantries with people, because he needed to give Adorra some time to get herself ready.
“Congratulations nephew.” One of his uncles patted him on the back, nearly toppling Edmund over.
Straightening, he sent his uncle a smile. “Thank you.”
“You’re a lucky man.” His uncle wrapped an arm over Edmund’s shoulders as he hitched a thumb at his wife, who was standing across the hall with a gaggle of other ladies. “Sometimes you end up with a creature like that.”
Edmund eyed his aunt. She was no beauty, at least, not anymore. Her once sun-kissed hair was now dull and grey. Her hazel eyes had grown into a dull brown, and no part of her skin could hold itself together. It looked like she was melting.
He scoffed inwardly. If Clarice aged that badly, he would off her just like he planned to do with Adorra this night.
Once Edmund figured enough time had passed and he’d finished with pleasantries, he ambled over to the table of wine and poured a goblet. Grabbing the goblet, he headed for the stairs. A few people congratulated him on his way there, and he politely thanked them.
After he ascended the stairs, he entered the corridor that would lead to Adorra’s room and like he thought, it was empty of people.
Everyone had vacated this side of the manor to leave the happily married couple plenty of privacy, which would leave him plenty of privacy to finish her off.
With a quick glance around to make sure the area was clear of prying eyes, Edmund reached into his pocket and pulled out the vile of poison. He’d tested a different vile on an animal to make sure it worked because he wanted Adorra good and dead the first time he did this. If this poison could kill a horse, then it could take out a woman.
Pulling the cork out of the glass vile, he dumped its contents into the goblet of wine. Then he placed the vile back into his pocket and strode over to Adorra’s door. It was time to see this through.
