Just as Loui had predicted, Draven did go to visit them the next day in the evening. Currently, in the living room at the table, he was seated with them, discussing the plan with them.
Loui suddenly stood up. "Give me a second, Don."
Draven didn't really say anything, but simply nodded and continued with his conversation with the others. Loui left the table for the fridge.
He pulled out a drink, and glanced to his left, to his right, and behind him. He grabbed the poison that Old Master Lenort had given him and mixed it with the drink he'd taken.
A deep breath fled his nose, his mood gloomy. Really, he doesn't want to do this, but what other choice did he have?
Loui returned to the table with two drinks in his hands, one for himself and one for Draven. At the sight of this, Olive glared at him.
"You could have told me you were going to the fridge. I wanted something to drink too." He groaned, throwing his head back.
