#Chapter 280: A Devil You Do

Hannah The doctor looked like he was about to be sick when he turned to face us. His skin had gone pale, his eyes wide as saucers, his face drawn as if he’d just seen a ghost. “Kill us?” I sat up a little more with some effort, my arms trembling beneath my weight. Viona moved to support me, but I waved her away. “Who? Marcus?” Doctor Patel looked back and forth between all of us. His mouth kept opening and closing like a fish out of water. There was clearly something he had to tell us, and yet it seemed he was genuinely torn between spilling it or making a run for the hills. Most of all, there was fear in his eyes. “If I tell you,” he said hesitantly, “you have to promise not to tell him.” Noah and I looked at each other in astonishment. “What—” “Promise me,” the aging doctor insisted, his cheeks trembling with the words. “Please.” Noah, despite Drake’s resistance, stood on slightly shaking legs—the poison still weakened him, although not