The next morning, Trunks woke with a heavy head and a leaden body. Angelique lay asleep beside him. He watched her for a long moment, then quietly slipped out of bed and went to the kitchen for a glass of water.
Grandma Yuna stood there, gazing out the window, her expression distant.
“Halmeoni. Annyeong,” he greeted softly, kissing her along the jaw.
“Annyeong,” she replied. “How are you?”
“Not very well. My head feels heavy,” he admitted.
She turned to him, her eyes sharp. “Ask your girlfriend. I saw her mixing things into your drink last night. That girl… I never trusted her.”
Trunks froze.
“Take some pills,” she continued coolly, “and be careful who you share your bed with.”
She left without another word.
Trunks stood there, unsettled. Could Angelique really have done that?
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