Miguel laughed. "Thank God," he said. "Oh, thank God." Then he hugged Oswaldo.
I was just about to go in for a bite of my own when Cornucopia spoke up. "You were right when you said I couldn’t stop you."
"Tell me about it." Oswaldo bit off another hunk of her thigh.
"I can do something else, though." Cornucopia’s smile never wavered. "I can kill you."
Roto smirked. "Good one. Kill us how?"
Cornucopia looked a little embarrassed. The swirls on her face shifted from blue-green and gold to red and deep pink. "Poison," she said. "If my owner hasn’t programmed your genetic code into my glands, one bite of my flesh will poison you."
Oswaldo stopped chewing his food. So did Miguel.
"She’s bluffing," said Roto. "The perra’s trying to scare us into letting her go."
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