“You’re still acting tough?”

Devina glared at the bartender. She was furious that he had the nerve to talk back to Dustin without even a hint of fear.

He was just a mere bartender. If he knew who he was messing with, he would probably wet himself on the spot.

“Yes, I spiked the drink! So?” The bartender smirked and met Devina’s gaze without a shred of fear.

“Miss Devina, you’re a regular here. You think I don’t know what kind of person you are?” He raised his eyebrows at her. “Aren’t