"Adrian made sure she drank the same poison. Do you want to know why?" A cold smile lingered on his lips. "Because he's infinitely smarter than you."
Owen's face drained of color, his chest tightening as he took a step back. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Matteo's smile only widened, turning sharper, more predatory. "What I'm saying, Owen, is that you failed."
Owen shook his head frantically, a bead of sweat sliding down his temple as his carefully constructed plan began to crumble before his eyes. "No… no. Are you trying to tell me Adrian is alive?"
Matteo tilted his head, his gaze unblinking. "What do you think?"
"That's impossible!" Owen snapped, his voice cracking with a mixture of panic and denial.
