“Linda, it was you who drugged me that night at the bar, wasn’t it?!”

Smack!

Clarie slammed her hand on the table, her entire face leaning just inches from mine. Her pupils contracted, her half-squinted eyes full of malice and viciousness. She looked like she wanted to swallow me whole.

This was her settling the score after the fact?

Too bad—it was already too late.

I stood up from the sofa and slowly walked over to her, lowering my voice as I leaned in close to her ear.

“So what if I did? So what if I didn’t? In the end, didn’t you still spend the entire night in ecstasy?...