DELIA HERRERA POV

Julie knew something. She had to. My gut feeling was never wrong. I glanced at the glass of water that I'd drunk while she'd been here earlier. There were still some left.

I got up and paced the room. Had she poisoned me? Did she know about Delia? Why had she asked about the pearl necklace specifically? She was not one to be interested in my jewelry, so why?

The look that had been in her eyes and the way she'd smirked were all pointers that she knew something.

I had ...