Conrad’s POV.
Hearing that Dalia could be one of the people wanting me dead should hurt me. But it doesn’t. It makes sense because we were volatile together. I hurt her and she hurt me, but I would never consider killing her or attempting to kill her.
“You’re certain about this or is it just a guess?” I ask Elora, who watches me for my reaction. She sighs and moves to sit down and sips her coffee.
“Think about it, look, I’m not saying all women would actively try to kill their man or partner who hurt them. Some of them — ok, most of them — definitely fantasise about it at one time or another. Like when you keep the toilet seat up, or leave dirty laundry on the floor next to the empty laundry basket, drink milk out of the carton. That sort of thing. But Dalia now — she has the resource
