“Do you guys think Bonnie was behind the wine too?” he asked, his voice low but sharp with curiosity.
Georgia, standing a few feet away, paused for a moment before replying. Her hand was still on the doorknob.
“No,” she said slowly, turning to face them. “Given the way things are unfolding... I don’t think Bonnie was behind that.”
Lucian tilted his head, brow raised. “You don’t?”
Georgia shook her head, her expression serious. “It just doesn’t add up. Bonnie’s too... loud. Too messy. Drugging someone with something like that? It feels sneaky and calculated. That’s not really her style.”
She opened the door and stepped inside May’s room, the soft click of it closing behind her leaving the two men in silence for a beat.
Damien turned to Lucian with a sly smile creeping onto his face. “
