Chapter forty seven

Naomi stared at the waiter’s leaving back and his words still ring in her mind. She stared at the goblet in her hand, there was a reddish liquid inside and it was think and not watery like regular wine. It had a peculiar smell as well and smelt nothing like grapes. She frowned, bringing the goblet to her nose to have a sniff and when she did, she almost retched and instantly covered her nose with her hand, staring at the goblet in her hand in wonder and disbelief. If she didn’t know better, she would say that the wine smells like…blood.

“Don’t drink that,” she heard and turned to see Asher walking towards her in haste movements. The fanfare sounded and his presence was announced but he didn’t even spare anybody a glance and just walked up to her. She could clearly see everyone that wanted to greet him to greet him and how shocked they all where at his quick strides. When he got to her, he took the goblet from her. “This is not for you.”

“I…” Naomi wanted to speak but couldn’t phrase h