The man with the white hair kept his focus sharp on the group at the bar, though his concern wasn’t about Hannah or Sophie specifically. He observed as Hannah returned to her seat, and the conversation resumed like nothing had happened. She picked up her drink and sipped it, seemingly unaffected by whatever Caleb had slipped into it. That alone piqued his interest. He expected something—anything—to happen. But as time passed, nothing unusual occurred.
Hannah continued chatting, but her words began to slur slightly as she started feeling the effects of the drink. She giggled, her cheeks flushing as she glanced at Sophie. "I think I should head back before they start looking for me," she mumbled, swaying a little in her seat.
Sophie smiled sweetly, but there was a calculating gleam in her
