Sophia pov...
I pressed the phone to my ear, my back against the cold wall of the servant's corridor. The house was quiet.
"Mrs. Patricia, everything is working as planned."
A pause. Then Patricia's voice, sharp and eager: "Is she crying? Is she dying already?"
She sounded happy. Too happy. Patricia thinks she's pregnant with Lucian's child. She deserves this fantasy, for now.
"Not really."
Silence. I could hear Patricia's breathing change—shallow, frustrated.
"What? Just do a fast job. Poison her. Kill her already!"
I smiled into the darkness of the hallway. "That may seem great, but I want to follow my better plan…"
"What?" Patricia's voice rose, almost a screech. "Listen to me, Sophia. I am the one paying you. So just kill her—"
"No!" My voice came out harder than I intended. I lowered it. "I will not. Why would I free her from my plans? I have a lot…"
