Was it really life or death?

The sleeping pills left me in a daze, and when I opened the door to see Yosef standing there, I couldn’t help myself. I smirked and asked, “So is Yara dying now?”

That lit a fire in him.

“Whitley! Can you stop being so vicious?” His face darkened, contorted in a way I’d never seen before.

Frowning, unwilling to spar with him, I shoved him back and tried to swing the door shut. But Yosef was faster. ...