My head spun and my vision darkened. My knees grew weak, and I began to lose consciousness. Before I knew it, I was already falling, but he didn't let me hit the ground. He immediately caught me, then carried me to the table and placed me in a chair.
"Wake up," he said, snapping his fingers in my face as he tried to rouse me.
"Are you okay, Amera?" Ruby asked worriedly, coming over to me, but I couldn't utter a word.
"Snap out of it," the familiar voice groaned, but it was too difficult to obey.
"Who are you? Are you Peter?" Ruby turned to the stranger.
"Peter?" I heard the stranger repeat.
"Yes, Peter," Ruby answered.
"He's my brother. I'm Paul."
Oh, no... It's not even Peter; it's Paul. The brother. I knew he looked familiar. I need to get out of here. I need to regain my senses.
I think he drugged the wine. I need to wake up before he does something to me. I don't think Ruby understands the situation either.
