‘What… what is this? Why isn’t he showing any reaction?’

Brandel’s initial intent to strike was momentarily forgotten as he watched in utter confusion. Even with the antidote in his system, he was beginning to feel the effects of the poison, so there was no way Ghislain could have downed two glasses and remained unaffected.

Lost in thought, he suddenly heard Ghislain’s voice.

“What’s wrong? Not drinking?”

“Oh, yes. Of course,” Brandel stammered.

Caught off guard, Brandel missed his opportunity to strike. Flustered, he decided he’d down another glass and make his move after that.

As he gulped the liquor, …