Rapheal's pov I brought out the vial slowly, letting the glass catch the dim light of the room.Fed’s eyes filled with fear immediately, while Rowen continued drinking absentmindedly in front of us, completely unaware — or pretending to be.This was the opportunity I had been waiting for.Fed kept taking sharp glances from me to Rowen. When our gaze finally met, I gave him a cold, warning stare. Stay in character.Rowen gulped his whiskey greedily. Tiny sprinkles of alcohol splashed onto his shirt, darkening the fabric. He swiped the remnants from his thick mouth and belched loudly.“Sorry, boys,” he said lazily. “I love drinking at noon.”I concealed the tiny vial carefully in my palm.His gaze shifted toward me.“So,” he drawled, spreading his legs comfortably, “tell me what brings you to my humble abode.”Foolish man.I gritted my teeth, anger simmering beneath my calm exterior. My plan had not unfolded the way I expected, and the disappointment tasted bitter.He dropped the whisk
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