Feeling his oppressive aura, I swallowed nervously and stammered, "Fine, I'll drink with you."
I tried to steady my emotions as I trembled my way to the sofa, picked up a bottle of wine, and sat beside him. "Mr. Gabriel, let me pour you a drink."
When it came to Finnian, I could never determine whether his true nature leaned toward good or evil. Based on his collaboration with Felix, he was clearly not a benevolent man.
Yet, to my confusion, as I kept pouring him drink after drink, he never took advantage of the situation. His restraint made it hard to figure him out.
"Mr. Gabriel, have another drink," I said, continuing to sit beside him, pouring glass after glass.
Finnian didn't refuse. Whatever I poured, he drank. Still, he never pressured me to drink with him.
I calculated silent
