Chapter 97 Poisoned Possession!

• CASPIAN'S POV
• The tequila burned as it slid down my throat, but it did nothing to douse the fire raging inside me. My fingers curled into a fist, nails digging into my palm. I was angry—at her, at myself, at something I couldn't even name. But one thing was certain. I would make her pay for this.
• Xander returned moments later, sinking onto the high stool beside me, his mood a stark contrast to mine. He looked pleased, like a man whose night had gone exactly as planned.