Chapter 297. Tired

Chantel Aeden Revia

He pours tea for me, and I take the mug from him; a few sips will not harm. Wait—unless it is Madam Eira's tea.

"Did you put anything in here?" I inquire, eyeing him suspiciously.

The man's eyes expand slightly in response to my accusation. "No, of course not." He pauses before continuing, pouring himself a cup and taking a large sip. "Do you have any experience with that?"

I nod and take a whiff of the tea before cautiously sipping it. "Oh man, I have heard countless stories of getting d****ed. In fact, I think I got d****ed last night. Whatever. All of those anecdotes point to the fact that it sucks."

"I can assure you that I did not d**g your tea." He smirks, and I can't help but grin back. "Look, I will pour it into my own cup."

He pours himself a cup from the same pitcher and then takes a large sip, obviously swallowing it down. I watch him intently.

"What if you had already taken the antidote or something?" I tease,