Jeremy ignored Mrs. Jones and loaded the bullets with practiced ease before hooking his slender finger on the trigger. “Did you think that with Yorick dead, you’d have nothing to fear anymore, Ryan?”

A ripple finally flashed through Ryan’s elegant expression at the mention of Yorick Johnson.

Jeremy’s sharp gaze caught the slight shift in the man’s expression, and he pressed the muzzle against Ryan’s heart. “You sure are good at hiding it.”

Ryan looked confused as if he did not understand what Jeremy was talking about.

He shot back, “Don’t you think that something’s wrong with you, Jeremy? It seems like not only did the poison change your appearance, but it’s messing with your thoughts as well.”

Jeremy’s gaze darkened. “You’re right. My thoughts are messed up, and these messed up thoughts of mine are telling me that I want you gone.”

His slender fingers curled around the trigger.

Ryan was about to raise his hand to stop Jeremy when Madeline’s figure flashed in his periphera