“And it’s time to take it back,” Arius finished with a voice so low it was barely a whisper.
“Why?” Lyle asked, but his feet were already moving him closer. “They’re not wrong, Arius. We’re the anomaly, and because of that we’re the ones that have to make concessions and allowances to live within their world. We’re parasites.”
“Are we?”
Arius shifted his leg so that Lyle could sit beside him, then he leaned so close that Lyle could smell his breath. Spice, burgundy wine, and Lyle was sure, almost positive in fact, that the heady scent of blood mingled alongside the others.
“Or are we the evolution? If our growth wasn’t checked, and if it wasn’t stunted going forward, how long do you think it would take for your kind, for my kind, to become the new norm? Maybe that is how it was intende
