Ryley froze. His jaw slackened slightly before he caught himself. He turned his head away, lips pressing into a thin line as he tucked his hands behind his back.
"N-not really," he replied, forcing a light tone that didn't quite hold. "What do you mean, anemic?"
Adrian didn't buy it. Not for a second.
"Come with me," he said shortly.
Ryley could have refused. He knew that. He even hesitated—just enough to feel the weight of the choice.
But in the end, he followed, trailing after Adrian as they left the noise of the party behind and stepped into the mansion.
"Wear gloves or paint your nails next time if you want to lie better," Adrian said.
He tossed a row of pills onto the desk. They skidded forward and came to a stop right in front of Ryley.
