Chapter 40: Spark
“When the remarkable turns bizarre, reason turns rancid" —American McGee.
The dry blood tastes different. It’s still human, but there’s something else about him that’s distinct and sets him apart from the typical others. Maybe it’s got something to do with the fact that this is as close as I can get to drinking fresh blood, but—
There is this strange . . . spark that pops every now and then in my tongue, as if trying to find a channel to do . . . something. I can’t put a finger to this sensation.
“Amy, you okay?” Theo’s concerned voice brings me out of my trance.
“Hhmm, mmm, yeah, I’m fine. It’s just a little bit unexpected, that’s all,” I answer balkly.
“Did you figure it out?”
“He’s human, but also not. There’s something extra in his blood, but I can’t identify i
