_Dorian’s POV_
The room felt colder than usual as I waited for Marcus to return. My hands curled into fists on the desk, my jaw locked in place. Camilla had lied. She had looked me in the eye and told me this was medicine. But why? Why would she have something like this?
The moment I got a phone call from Marcus and he told me that the green liquid was not medicine, everything clicked into place. Her odd behavior. Her nervousness. The hushed phone conversations. The way she had spoken so harshly about me to someone, as if I were nothing but an obstacle in her way.
I took a deep breath, but it did nothing to calm the storm brewing inside me. I needed answers. And I needed them now.
The door swung open, and Marcus stepped in. His expression was tense. He locked the door behind him before
