Chapter 330 Turning the Tables

Alaric carefully pulled a small brown glass bottle from a concealed section of the wardrobe, gripping it tightly as he made his way back to the dining area. He quickly twisted off the cap, let a few drops of the liquid fall into Elara's soup, and stirred it with a spoon while nervously eyeing the bathroom door. He figured girls with an innocent front were often timid, and he was done being patient after a full day of effort to get her guard down. His plan was simple—he'd accomplish his goal and charm her afterward with promises and gifts. This routine was one he knew well, and he was confident he had it down to a science.