Jason's eyes widened as he watched the scene unfold before him. He glanced between Leo and Dom, who were now locked in what could only be described as a mutual hatred bonding session.
Leo leaned back slightly, his voice low and controlled. "If he falls off the cliff, it would look like an accident."
Dom nodded seriously, swirling his gold leaf cocktail like it was a glass of fine whiskey. "The ground here is uneven. Very dangerous. Tourists slip all the time."
"He's not a tourist. He lives here."
"Then he should know better." Dom shrugged. "Darwin awards."
Jason blinked. Once. Twice. "Are you two plotting murder together right now?"
Neither of them looked at him.
Leo's eyes stayed fixed on Nicolas, who was now laughing at something on his phone, completely unaware. "Poison in his wine would be too obvious."
"Agreed," Dom said. "Plus, toxicology reports. Messy."
