Revenge is best served cold (Jane and Jeremiah novel Chapter 1887

It was a rare sight to see Colby and Griffin drunk, almost like spotting a unicorn. Even when they were knocked out, their bodies had this instinctive self-defense mode. Anyone bold enough to disturb them might get an unexpected and potentially dangerous reaction.

"Why don't we just let them be?" Alec suggested. "Worst case, they'll wake up with a few sore muscles."

Alec didn't buy the idea that these tough old guys were so delicate that a night on the floor would do any real damage.

"What was that?" Fiona jumped in, not waiting for Alec to finish as she reached out to steady Harold. As she did, a bottle silently slipped from Harold's pocket, landing on the floor with a soft thud.

Remarkably, the bottle didn't break, hinting it wasn't your average glass.

Fiona set Harold down and curiously picked up the bottle. "Wow, this stuff's tough. Didn't even chip."

Intrigued, she twisted off the cap, and a unique scent hit her nostrils. Alec quickly swatted her hand away, frowning. "Don't mess with Mr. Aldridge's things."

"He's my uncle; he won't care," Fiona shot back, though she dutifully screwed the cap back on.

At that moment, she thought she heard Harold muttering something, so she leaned in to catch his words. "Slow...?"