Chapter 87

In the center of the coffee table, Krithdeker arranged a stand beneath which a candle burned with a blue glow. On top of the stand, he set a sleek vessel which moulded spout and handle without seam or join, the glaze pearlescent and gold filigree curling up the sides. Before each submissive, he placed a matching cup. "Tea," he announced looking around the eight submissives. He set a vial onto the table and sat back with a smile. "Poison." The submissives slid sideways glances at each other. "I am going to leave the room whilst the tea boils," Krithdeker stood. "And when I return, I am going to choose a cup to drink from. We will all drink, and someone will die." He walked across the room, stepping out into the hallway and closing the door behind him. "He, obviously, won t choose his own cup," Chris said. "Poison them all," Jules said darkly. "I am willing to die to kill the bastard." "There