65
My bones feel full of lead, my head stuffed with burrs, my eyes hot glass orbs stuffed into my skull. My mouth tastes like gunsmoke and old panic, and my stomach’s a puddle of acid.
I feel like this hotel room looks.
Deke’s face is relaxed and blank. He only does that when he’s worried that I’m going to blow.
Father gave Ayaka trouble.
And she killed him for it.
What would it mean, to kill her parents instead?
The coldness of the offer horrifies me.
“She’s worried,” I say.
“She should be,” Deke says.
I shake my head. “We can’t touch her parents.”
Does Deke relax a hair?
I tense. He should know me better than that.
No, I need to chill. I got suspicious of Sister Silence, and she’s had my back all along. Deke and I are both wiped out. Last time I got this angry, I blew up hal
