My original plan was simple: get Jasper drunk, wait until his guard dropped, then lure him into the trap I'd prepared.
But what I didn't expect… was that his alcohol tolerance was this damn high.
I glanced at the empty bottle lying on its side, abandoned on the table. Jasper still looked perfectly lucid, not the slightest sign of intoxication.
I, on the other hand, was starting to feel dizzy. I'd tried to sip casually, just enough to make it believable, but Davina's body wasn't used to alcohol. The spinning in my head was beginning to remind me of that very real vulnerability.
If I survive this mess, I'll definitely need to retrain her alcohol tolerance.
"Ngh… do you still remember the stream we used to catch fish in, just by the lily field?"
Jasper asked dreamily, still lost in his nostalgic haze. He had been talking about it for over an hour now.
