Twenty-One
Catarine
My shoulder twinges.
I scratch Sithe’s bite mark, digging my finger under the skinsuit.
The puncture is now raised and red.
Strange.
Usually, the ointment works so well. Is this an allergic reaction? I have a hard time believing I’m allergic to Sithe after all the saliva we shared.
Was there something inside those crazy weird snake teeth that he was so casual about? Like, he knew about them all along, but they sure never showed up in any schoolwork or training materials.
Maybe they were in the archive I downloaded to the university. The empire has never denied us information, assuming we could do nothing useful with it, but they haven’t bothered to give us deep or relevant details either. Like the entry on Humana, lots of their technology skips from the stone ag
