Chapter Twenty Seven
Ifailed you. I'm sorry, Paige. It didn't work and I failed you, but I won't fail you again. It took me ages to get close enough to his drink to slip something in it when he wasn't looking, and I didn't add enough, clearly, cause he's still fucking breathing.
I thought I'd researched it properly. Did you know antifreeze is highly toxic to humans, Paige? And that it tastes sweet? If you add it to something like whiskey and coke, you can't even taste it. I should have added more. These rich boys, flooding their system with drugs and alcohol - his body is probably so fucked up, it gave him some resistance to it.
I'll use more next time.
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