Chapter 150

After that night, Bellamy didn't see Fraser's other personality for almost a week. During that week, she kept her focus on healing the wound on her neck, diligently changing the dressings. It was clearly just an external injury, but she still had to take medicine three times a day. "This is just a surface wound. I don't need to take pills," Bellamy frowned at the odd-colored, sour-smelling tablets. She was seriously sick of them. Derek gave her a lazy sideways glance and said, "You know, during those three months Dexter had you locked up, he was slowly poisoning you through your food. Keep eating like that for another week or two, and you'd be dead by now. There's still poison lingering in your system. Whether you take the meds or not-it's on you, I'm not your babysitter." Dexter really was sick in the head. Still, why hadn't anyone told her she'd been poisoned? That thought popped up-and she blurted the question out loud. Derek was already heading toward the door. Without turning back