She'd used a heavy dose of the Confusion toxin, yet Ethan had regained consciousness anyway. Lena assumed his body was simply that powerful, allowing his natural resistance to weaken the poison faster than normal.
She knew exactly how the Confusion toxin worked. It attacked the soul directly, entering through the breath before traveling through the bloodstream and gradually seeping into the mind. Someone with a powerful physique naturally possessed greater resistance to toxins, and a body as strong as Ethan's could dilute the venom far more effectively than an ordinary person's.
"I asked you a question. Talk, or you're dead."
Ethan tightened his grip around her shoulder. Her shoulder joint creaked under the pressure, and a sharp lance of pain shot through her body. Sweat gathered along her temples, but she merely gritted her teeth and glared at him, refusing to say a word.
The look in her eyes was practically an invitation.
'Go ahead. Kill me.'
