"If I really dared to drug you, why wouldn't I just do it directly to you?"
Amelia Shaw gave a bitter smile. "Thomas, wouldn't it be more direct for me to get what I want by drugging you?"
"You mean, the maniac drugged herself and then framed you?" Thomas Shannon's eyes were filled with ridicule, a cold, slight smile touching his lips.
Amelia Shaw shook her head. "I'm not saying who framed me; I just won't admit to something I didn't do."
"Do you admit to attempting to assassinate the maniac?"
The color drained from Amelia Shaw's face in an instant.
"You had a motive and more than enough reason. Are you still claiming to be innocent?"
Amelia Shaw lifted her hand, covering the hole smashed into her forehead. Enduring the dizzy sensation, she knelt on the carpet and crawled to his feet, step by step.
With one hand, she clung tightly to his sleep gown. "Thomas, I really am innocent. You have to believe me!"
