Chapter 35
“She drugged herself, the idiot.”
Dakota’s voice came to me on the heels of a dream. I was back in the kitchen intended for my brother’s betrayal. Baking, baking, always baking...but the ingredients I used in my concoction were live spiders and cockroaches, ground bones and vats of steaming blood.
I stirred the batter with an ulna-handled spatula, dipped my entire hand into the liquid to pull out a taste. The blood turned solid beneath my fingers, my mouth going dry as it filled up with dust.
“He’s heavy,” a male voice complained inches away from my nose. A moan, a curse, then a metallic thump as a vehicle door slammed shut.
“Her too?”
I fought against the lassitude that kept me supine atop damp leaf mold. A rotten stump bit into my left hip while cold hands lifted me, sli
