Claire’s POV
As we sat down in one of the sitting room to properly plan, our disguises started to fade, returning us to our own faces. Without the unknown features in the way, I could again spot everyone’s tells, so I knew, even as they were sitting down here for our chat, that everyone was already defensive.
The problem with getting so many head-strong people in one room was that they all had their own ways of dealing with things. As such, no one was really willing to listen to anyone else.
My idea – the best one, frankly – was to try to poison Amelia again. “Disguised as wait staff, I can get closer than before. I wouldn’t be trusting someone else. I would hand Amelia the poison glass myself and watch her drink it.”
“That didn’t work last time,” Sienna said, clearly not having listen
