Chapter 89: Breaking a Rule

Damon

I watched as she chugged everything in the cup in seconds. What the hell has she done? What if it was the poisoned drink?

Truthfully, I walked over to speak with her with the intent of having her drink the drink, so that if it was indeed poisoned, her father would get to watch his daughter die. But on getting close to her, I realized I didn’t want her to pay for her father’s sins; after all, I wouldn’t want to start paying for any sin that my father must have previously committed.

It was too late already, as she had already downloaded every ounce of the drink into her system. Hold on, wait a minute; she’s still alive and fine, still standing strong.

Does that mean the drink wasn’t poisoned? I mean, she was still all bubbly and not showing any signs of discomfort, which simply means that she was fine and the drink was not poisoned.

“Wait a minute, you are not feeling unwell?” I asked in surprise, and she looked at me like I had gone nuts.

“Of course not; why should I feel unwel