"What're you talking about?" I said. Fear gripped me more when I noticed how red his eyes were. He looked so sick, yet so furious and I seemed to be the cause.
"Lance, please relax."
Gray placed a palm on Lance's shoulder but he pushed him off.
"The tea," Lance responded.
He glared hard at me and I gulped.
"What about the tea?" I asked, fidgeting.
His glare hardened but he began coughing so hard that he had to grip onto his chest for support. I watched in horror how he did not seem to stop coughing, he slipped off the table he was holding and landed on the ground, making a thud sound as he did.
"You promised not to tell him," I whisper-shouted at Gray who did nothing but give an apologetic look.
"He ordered me, I had no choice," he defended himself.
Squatting,
