Ethan stumbled out of the tavern, pretending to be drunk. The beer had hit him harder than expected earlier, but that Poison Resistance skill had kicked in just in time, clearing his head like a grandma detox recipe. More importantly, it saved the boy from being assassinated.
Apparently, the two tall women—Gabriella and Celine had come to kill him, or so it seemed from their attitudes. They thought he was some kind of depraved man, which was fair to assume. But did that warrant killing him?
Ethan's erection throbbed painfully against his pants. It was a reminder of the Asmodeus Curse's ticking clock. It was only a few hours left before the penalties hit.
The Cromwell heir grimaced. Gabriella and Celine's massive breasts flashed in his mind. They had actually flashed their naked tits at him, and the effect had been an uncanny spike in his hormones. Who were they really?
