"You held up your end of the deal." Isabella nodded at the box. "It's all yours."
Eira stood, but the room shifted under her feet.
One glass of wine should not have hit her this hard.
She picked up the box and held it tightly against her chest.
Behind her, Isabella texted Serena.
[Done.]
[You didn't make her drink it right away, did you?]
[No. I made her eat first, just like you said. She finished the whole glass.]
[Good. My guy's on his way up. Get her into the room and get out.]
Isabella slipped her phone into her purse and followed Eira toward the elevator.
Eira's vision blurred. She missed the elevator button twice before steadying herself against the wall.
Isabella laughed. "One glass took you out? That's just sad."
Eira's legs were weak, and heat
