You want to know something that does sting, Mina? Strychnine. It’s like the worst muscle spasm you’ve ever had, in every single muscle in your body, your body that is also on fire. It won’t kill one of us, of course. We’re tougher than that. And your Old Man knew that when he slipped it into my last root beer float.
I wasn’t proud of the satisfaction that news gave me, but I didn’t bother trying to hide it from him.
I spent nearly two months picking that s**t out of my system one molecule at a time. For two months, I couldn’t take human form without going back into those convulsions. For two months I had to hide so I wouldn’t have to defend myself against him.
He was going to make me ask, I realized. The relevant question, the one I wasn’t quite sure I wanted him to answer. It was the o
