“Leave now,” I say, keeping my voice purposely low so the others don’t hear. “Or I’ll shove those pills down your throat and watch your heart give out in front of everyone. Then, I’ll roofie every single guest, just so they’ll have no recollection of what happened to you.” I flick the collar of his shirt as we come face-to-face, mask-to-mask. “Just like you did to Sydney.”
