Lucien's POV
She was talking like she'd experienced all of it in person and like those things weren't something she imagined, but something she remembered clearly.
I wanted to ask her more, but I wasn't sure if she'd tell me the truth. So I stayed quiet, letting her talk, waiting to see what else she'd say more.
"Things are really changing, you know…" she said with a lazy smile, taking another sip of whatever was in her hand.
Her words were loose, her eyes too relaxed, like she had no care left in this world anymore.
And then suddenly my attention went to the bottle in her hand.
What the hell was she drinking?
I leaned forward and snatched the bottle from her hand, frowning as I examined the label.
Fuck.
It was the juice Joseph had left in my car.
Except it wasn't juice. It was laced with alcohol! It was light for the drinkers but strong enough to mess with non-drinkers.
That bastard.
