Aiden's expression turned lethal. Earlier, his gaze had carried hints of darkness; now it looked capable of drowning the entire world in darkness.
He didn't want to believe it —didn't want to believe that behind it all, it was no one else but sweet grandmother on whom Arwen had come to depend on all these years.
But now with the evidence so clear, he could not.
Arwen had been having these chocolates for years. And every time it was sent to her by Brenda Davies. If not her, who else could be behind it?
She was Arwen's grandmother —one who had all the easy access to her.
And she used it to her advantage.
His jaws ticked as he gritted his teeth, trying his best to keep calm against the betrayal.
