Elijah felt as if he had gotten through to Asher, truly. This was why he didn't even think about the possibility of Asher drugging him. He took the offered whiskey without even thinking and actually downed it in one go.

It burned right and well down his throat, relaxing him in all the ways that he had wanted.

He put the glass down, leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and listened to Asher, watching him quietly as he explained the situation.

The problem was that it was really hard to concentrate. His eyes kept getting heavier and heavier. He wanted to say something about Robert. Warn Asher because that made a dangerous man if he was so driven into corner, but it seemed like so much trouble to open his mouth and actually speak.

"Asher," he finally managed when it became clear that this wasn't natural at all. "What did you gave me?"

Then he was trying to stand up, as if that would make things any better. It was an instinct. Get away! Right now!