Chapter 56 Let The Game Begin

Ethan lay half-unconscious on the edge of the bed, his vision swimming, his breath uneven. The room spun like a carousel, lights blurring into shadows. The taste of something bitter lingered on his tongue. Whatever Claire had tipped the waiter to mix into his drink was taking full effect now. He tried to sit up, but his arms felt like they were made of lead. The fight in his body flickered weak, but not extinguished. Claire stood at the foot of the bed, a sly, triumphant smile playing on her lips. She watched him with predatory calm, slowly closing the door behind her. “You’re all mine now, Ethan,” she whispered, stepping closer. “Try stopping me.”