What did you do?

Then her lips closed around the fork, the tip of her tongue darting out to taste it. 

And for a few heart-stopping moments, she simply chewed. 

"I told you it was good," she said, pulling the fork from her mouth with a satisfied sigh. "This sauce is amazing." 

My head spun. Had it not worked? Or had I underestimated the dosage? I tried to come up with some excuse, some way to extricate myself before this whole situation blew up in my face. But I was at a loss, my mind a complete blank. 

Then Maeve blinked, her expression shifting into one of surprise. She reached for the fork again, took a bite—and froze. 

"What—?" she said, the word coming out strangled and half-formed. 

Then her eyes locked on mine, and I saw the moment understanding dawned. The moment she realized that I had played her, poisoned her.