Chapter 2

Eight-year-old Leo sat perfectly upright in his grey knit sweater, his observant blue eyes never leaving Clara’s pale face.
He had watched her slip the micro-capsule into the gourmet entrée from the reflection of the polished brass wall sconce.
"You are completely out of your mind, Arthur!" Clara shrieked, breaking the code of high-society quiet with desperate panic.
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"A terrified child concocts a wild fairy tale and you instantly treat me like a common criminal in public?"
Arthur didn't blink, his cold gaze piercing right through her desperate performance like a razor-sharp scalpel.