Chapter 42

The tray was placed on the black coffee table. Jamie skimmed his fingers past the bottles and waved his hand in a challenging manner at Catelyn.

"I'll consider your offer if you can drink all these."

There were over a dozen bottles on the tray, and Catelyn had never been one to handle alcohol well. Even though she had improved slightly from all the company gatherings she had to attend, she still would not be able to finish one-fourth of them.

Catelyn scowled. "You know I can't drink. You're being unreasonable."

Jamie simply gave a look as though everything was in his hands to control. "You can just leave if you don't like it, so long as you're okay with watching Stella getting chopped into pieces by John Reed's men."

'Jerk,' she thought. 'How can I leave now when you put it that way?'

Catelyn bit the inside of her cheek and summoned the courage to start pouring the content of the bottles down her throat, one bottle after another. As she mixed the different kinds of alcohol in her