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 ...