"Isabel is that you?" a freckle-faced girl shouted.
"I can't believe she'd come here after what happened at the pub," a boy stage whispered.
Isabel bit her tongue and pretended to ignore them. She reached for the crystal jug of water at the center of the table but Geoffrey shook her head very slightly. Isabel rolled her eyes and reached for the jug again, and Geoffrey's hand closed over her wrist.
"What?" Isabel hissed. "I'm thirsty."
"It's not safe," Geoffrey whispered. "It could be drugged."
"Are you serious?" Isabel shot back. "This is a graduation party full of teenagers—I don't think anyone would try something like that."
"Wasn't it a group of teenagers at a high school party who hired that man to attack you?" Geoffrey asked.
Isabel sighed, "They're not here anymore. Howa
