Anderson spun around at the hurrying steps, It was Eden he wore a black suit much to her expectations and equally a worried expression. When he got closer to Anderson he knocked the glass off her hand intentionally. His blond hair wiping forward as he tried to balance himself. She looked down at the shattered glass and back at him, he sucked in a breath with a face filled with tiny beads of sweat.
"Don't drink that." He managed to say in-between gasps.
Anderson watched him carefully, her body tensing and her senses going on alert.
"The drinks are poisoned." Eden tried to make himself clear.
Anderson reached for his arm pulling him close. "Is this a stunt of yours?" She asked.
"No, I just saw a group of waiters and waitresses pouring something in the drinks as they serve." He expl
