Chapter 89: Poison
“He tasted her mind and realized he had been starving" —Unknown.
“You mean the werewolves? They’ll always respawn their numbers back, no matter how many times you kill.”
“I’ve got a backup plan.”
Gwi lifts himself up from the bed, forcing me to back down else our faces will collide. My body slides until I end up sitting on his thighs instead.
“Do share,” he whispers sweetly; darkly.
Suddenly his body is too close. I try to climb off him, but his hands grab my thighs tightly, keeping me still.
“Poison. Airbourne,” I answer. There’s no harm in sharing information.
His eyebrow creases. “No such thing exist. Unless, you’ll make it yourself?” My silence is all he needs to confirm his theory. “You can, can’t you? Airbourne. What a genius idea. My little scientist.”
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