Lina's POV
His smile returned, confident again. "One more drink. Just one. Then I'll forget this whole unfortunate incident. Won't even pursue things with your company."
My hand trembled. "You think I'm stupid enough to drink anything else you offer?"
"Not from a new glass." He gestured to the table. "That one—the one your dear uncle Morgan drank from earlier. Surely you don't think I'd waste drugs on him?"
He had a point. Alpha Linus was obsessed with me specifically. He wouldn't have bothered drugging anyone else.
Through the haze of heat and desperation, I tried to think clearly.
If I refused, he'd just wait me out. The drug would win eventually.
But if I pretended to comply—got him to unlock the door—maybe I could run. Maybe someone would hear me scream.
"Fine
