Cas tosses the wine from hand to hand. “My sister, the Nightingale, dabbles with potions. This wine is infused with her truth serum. One sip, and you won’t be able to lie. Thought it might be fun for some of your games.” He sets the bottle down and strides from the room. “Not that any of you have anything to hide.”
He is such a pot stirrer. Haha. He knows Wren is sus.
