"You—" Madame Pandora's anger intensified with each passing second. "Death will come for you soon!" How would she ever live that down? She tried to soothe herself with the thought that the poison passed from her body to his would soon kill him. That should be punishment enough.

Darryl went still with shock. In the heat of the moment, he had forgotten about what Marshall had said—that there was poison in her body. However, he quickly told himself he had nothing to worry about because his body was immune to any poison.

He smiled and said, "My dear, a taste of your beauty makes even dying worthwhile." He laughed and walked forward to the table, poured himself a drink, and slowly drank from the cup.

"You—" She was filled with shame and anger again. How could he still talk like that when the poison had already infiltrated his body? She decided not to say anything more and just waited calmly for the poison to do its work.

One minute passed.

Two minutes passed.

Ten minutes passed, and