Chapter 1930

"What about your dad and Mr. Simpson?" Cyrus asked. "They're passed out drunk. You really wanna risk waking them up?" Aurelia said. It wasn't often that Zion and Hector drank themselves into oblivion. It was almost unheard of. But even knocked out, their instincts didn't just switch off. Anyone foolish enough to touch them was asking for a swift, reflexive strike. "I say we leave them be. Worst case, they wake up sore." Cyrus didn't think these old men were fragile enough to suffer just from sleeping on the floor for a night. "What? What did you say?" Before Cyrus could finish, Aurelia had already reached out to help Sheldon up. As she moved him, the vial slipped from his pocket, hitting the ground with a soft thud. It didn't shatter. The material wasn't ordinary glass. Aurelia crouched down and picked up the bottle. "Solid stuff. Didn't even crack." On impulse, she twisted the cap open. A rich, unfamiliar scent immediately filled the air. Cyrus smacked her hand away with a