"What is it?" Rafe asked directly into the phone.
"You're lucky, Rafe. Damn lucky," Kael's voice was tense on the other end, though Rafe sensed the relief there. He stiffened. "The bottle was not just drugged. If you'd had an entire glass, you'd be paralyzed by now and your organs on the way to shutting down. It's some kind of roofie. As it is, you must have only had a sip, which explains why it didn't completely take you down. You were lucky whoever was with you recognized the drug for what it was."
Rafe's stomach twisted, but his voice remained even. "I thought as much. Any leads on who's behind it? Who would want to kill me this time?"