He looked at me and said, "Can Mr. Harrington handle this?"
"Hmph!" I almost laughed—was this even a game?
Ten wine glasses were brought and filled to the brim. Jonathan Jared fixed his gaze on me. "The rules are simple: you can ask anyone here to drink for you—anyone at all. But it depends on your skill. If you can't manage it, you'll drink them all yourself."
I frowned at the row of full glasses on the table. My hand instinctively pressed against my lower abdomen as I silently prayed, "Baby, please hold on!"
I lifted a glass, tilted my head back, and drained it in one go. But after only a few sips, my stomach heaved violently.
"Ugh!" A wave of nausea hit me. I couldn't hold back and dashed to the restroom, collapsing over the toilet, dry-heaving.
Elias Montgomery followed, gently r
