Chapter 27: 27


    The weeks passed quickly, and at the beginning of treatment, Nichs’ health fluctuated. Before


    treatment, he was energetic, smiling, and frisky, but as the weeks went on, he became sicker. His skin


    had be pale and almost anemic. His eyes had be sunken and dark. He’d lost a lot of weight


    to the point Kinsley could see his ribs. He spent more of his time in his bed. As much as he tried to get


    up, he rarely had the strength. The past two weeks, he had not gotten out of bed for any other reason


    than to go for treatment.


    His health was failing quickly, and Kinsley desperately wanted to give him some good news. Kinsley sat


    in the doctor’s office. She had been feeling offtely, so she had gone to her family doctor to confirm a


    hunch. She sat in the office, waiting anxiously. The door opened, and in came the doctor. “Wee


    back, Miss. Wells,” he said as he shut the door and took his seat behind his desk. He typed something


    into his tablet and smiled at her. “Shall we see what your test results say?” Kinsley leaned forward,


    hoping to get a look, but she could not see what was on the tablet. “It looks like your results are


    positive,” he grinned.


    “Yeah?” She was so excited.”


    “Yup. You are going to be a mom. I’d say you are four weeks along. Congrattions.”


    Kinsley was ecstatic. She could not wait to tell Nichs. He would have his heir. His health was failing,


    but she had managed to give him the thing he wanted most.


    Kinsley said goodbye and then left the clinic, hopping into the car. Stephen had driven her to the clinic


    and had been waiting outside. “Is all well?” He asked as he opened the back door for her.


    “Yes. Quick take me home. I want to see how Nichs is doing. I have good news for him.”


    ***


    Matthew took the arsenic from his pocket and dumped it into his brother’s tea. The cook had made


    Nichs some ginger tea to help with his stomach. He was far too sick to drink liquor anymore. All he


    could keep down anymore was water and weak tea. The maid had been taking a fresh cup of tea up to


    him when Matthew intercepted and said he would take the tea to Nichs.


    For the past two months, Matthew had been the doting, supportive little brother. Making sure his


    brother wasfortable and well hydrated. The human body could go weeks without food, but he


    needed fluids, and that was exactly how Matthew made sure Nichs got his daily dose of poison, and


    thanks to the radiation therapy, no one suspected what was going on. They simply believed his failing


    health to be the unfortunate side effects of the radiation.


    Matthew walked into his brother’s room to find Nichs right where he left him — lying in bed, barely


    conscious. He walked over to the bed and took a seat on the mattress next to Nichs. The shift in the


    mattress roused Nichs. He barely opened his eyes. “Who’s there?” Nichs barely managed.


    “Matthew,” he said with a smile. “I have brought you, tea brother,” he said, cing his hand behind


    Nichs’ head and helping him sit up just enough to drink as Matthew held the teacup to his brother’s


    lips and tipped it so he would drink. “It will settle your stomach, so make sure you drink everyst drop,”


    Matthew’s lips curved in a cruel grin as Nichs swallowed thest of it. “There you go.”


    Just then, the door opened, and Kinsley entered and smiled at Matthew. “How is he doing?” She asked,


    coming to the bed.


    “No change,” he said, watching Kinsley climb into bed with Nichs and sit next to him as she stroked


    Nichs’ cheek.


    “Nichs,” she called to him, trying to rouse him. Nichs opened his eyes, then closed than before


    opening them again.


    “Kinsley?” Nichs breathed.


    “Yes,” she said, taking his hand when he reached out for her. “How do you feel?”


    “Like I am dying,” he whispered. He was so week it really was promising. It would not be much longer


    before Nichs kicked the bucket. It took everything in him for Matthew not to grin with excitement.


    “Do not say such things.”


    “It is true. I do not have much longer. I do not think I am going to make the wedding.”


    Matthew watched as her eyes filled with tears, and she tried to hide the sorrow from her tone. “I have


    good news,” she said.


    “They found a cure?” Nichs said yfully, and she chuckled in his effort to make light of his dire


    situation.


    “I am pregnant.”


    Matthew’s eyes widened in horror. No, she could not be. “You are pregnant?” Matthew asked.


    “Yes,” she said happily as she squeezed Nichs’ hand. “Four weeks.”


    Matthew looked at the pleased smile on his brother’s face. “That is wonderful,” Nichs whispered.


    No, it was not. It was horrible. If this bitch had a son, Matthew could kiss his im to the throne


    goodbye. Killing Nichs would be meaningless and pointless if he had a son to seed him. He’d


    been so sure that his brother had been too ill to conceive, but it would appear he seriously misjudged


    his brother’s sex drive.


    He had worked too hard to ce himself on the throne. He was not going to let this child get in his way.


    He simply had no choice. Kinsley and the baby had to die too.


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    ***


    Matthew was ring at her. He said nothing more and then rose to his feet, cing the empty teacup


    on the night table next to the bed. “I will leave you two alone,” he snarled as he walked to the door and


    exited the room pulling the door closed behind him. Something about that man did not sit well with


    Kinsley. He was suspicious. She could not ce her finger on it, but something about him left her


    uneasy.


    Kinsley sat beside Nichs but did not say much; she could tell he was drifting off again. She lovingly


    stroked his dark hair, and then in horror, she held her hand up and stared at therge clump of hair that


    hade off in her hand. She looked down and ran her fingers through Nichs’ hair, only for more to


    come off in her hand. She knew that hair loss was one of the side effects of his treatment, but was it


    supposed to be that much and so soon?


    She just could not shake the feeling that Nichs’ health was failing a lot faster than it should be. Her


    eyes drifted to the teacup on the nightstand. Curious, she got out of bed and walked over. Kinsley


    picked up the teacup Matthew had left behind. There was nothing but a residue in the bottom of the cup


    left. She lifted it to her nose and smelled the cup. It smelled like almonds. What kind of tea was


    Matthew giving Nichs?


    Kinsley took the cup and left Nichs to sleep. She went in search of Naya. She had been spending a


    lot of time with Naya and Teegan, and she knew that Naya was as worried about Nichs’ failing


    health as she was.


    She found Naya in the library reading a book. “Naya,” she said as she came into the room. “Do you


    have a moment?”


    “Of course,” Naya said, putting down the book in her hands. “What is on your mind?”


    “I was just with Nichs.”


    “How is he doing?”


    “He has been losing a disturbing amount of hair. He is barely conscious anymore,” she could see the


    pain in Naya’s face. “I cannot help but feel like Nichs is failing at an rming rate.”


    “The doctor said….”


    “I think we should bring the doctor in to examine him. Just to put our minds at ease.”


    Naya sighed and then nodded. “I will have Octavius call Dr. Horton.”


    Kinsley left the room and went down to the kitchen, and asked the staff for a freezer bag. She ced


    the teacup inside and sealed the bag. She wanted the doctor to take the cup and have it tested. She


    wanted to know exactly what Matthew had been giving Nichs. She could not shake the feeling that


    he was behind Nichs’ failing health. She just had to prove it. Kinsley stood in the corner of the


    bedroom with Naya, with Samuel seated in the chair by the firece while Dr. Horton examined


    Nichs.


    The good doctor went through the usual examination with a frown. Checking Nichs’ vital signs and


    assessing the withered condition he was in. He ced his hand to Nichs’ forehead, feeling how


    mmy he was and then he ran his hand through Nichs’ hair and frowned when he held arge wad


    of hair he had taken from Nichs’ head. He made a thoughtful sound as he studied the hair in his


    hand.


    “What do you think, doctor?” Samuel asked.


    “He is disying all the side effects of the therapy,” he said, taking a biohazard bag from his doctor’s


    bag and cing the hair in his hand inside. He sealed the bag and returned it to his bag. “But, I do find


    it strange that Nichs appears unresponsive,” he said, prying one of Nichs’ eyes open as he


    shed a light in one and then the other. “How long has he been unresponsive?”


    “Just today,” Naya said. “But he has been very groggy for days now.”


    “I am going to call for an ambnce,” Dr. Horton said. “I want him transferred to the hospital where I


    can put him on an IV drip and run some blood work,” he said, standing up and packing up his stuff. “I


    will call the ambnce right away,” he said, leaving the room as he took out his cellphone.


    Kinsley picked up her purse from the chair by the door and followed Dr. Horton out into the hall. She


    waited for him to finish his call, and then she stopped him. “Doctor,” she began taking the freezer bag


    with the teacup in it out of her purse. Kinsley offered it to him. “While you are running tests, could you


    please test this as well?”


    “Why?” He asked, epting it from her.


    “Just to put my mind at ease. Please do not mention it to Naya and Samuel until we know the results of


    the test.”


    “Do you suspect foul y?” Dr. Horton asked her.


    “I do not want to make usations without proof.”


    Dr. Horton nodded. “I will rush the tests.”


    “Thank you.”