Chapter 163 – Coping

• “Iris,” Christian scolds, frowning at me. “You don’t need that. Besides, you shouldn’t mix it with the drink.”
• I look at my husband seriously for a moment, wondering what it is that stopped him really, when Frankie snaps the tin shut and slips it into my hand. “For later, then,” he says, speaking to Christian, not to me. “In case she can’t sleep.”
• Christian sighs but nods once, giving into it. I slip the tin into the pocket of my dress as Nico comes into the room.