"How does he know immediately? How?" I asked, unable to believe what he had just said.
He shrugged, "He has his ways, Miss. He's always been good at reading people, at sensing when something's off."
I pondered. If Zairon knew there were drugs in his drink, why did he drink it at Justine's birthday party?
But then, a realization hit me. He drank it on purpose—to lure me in.
I should have known from the beginning. He told me he stalked me, followed me, and now he always plans something so I would talk to him again. Why didn't I base my actions on what he does? It's hard to admit, but he's obsessed with me. And now, I didn't even believe him. Even though I know his behavior isn't healthy, I felt relieved. I have to apologize to him even though I don't like what he is always thinking, but if I don't talk to him, he might do something unexpected again.