“Oh, this a grand gift.” The voice vibrated, directionless. “My seedling come to take root, and the lost son of my worst enemy, come to inherit daddy’s punishment.”
I froze, partly because Nate started shooting.
Such temerity, to think you can kill the one as remade you. Should be
grateful, boy. I gave you something better than your fickle heart. I
could take it back.”
Nate choked, fell. The sucking sound roused me.
gave my magic free rein, intent being all. It slithered, flowed, roared
as it found the wretched curio I sought. Vial in hand, I followed.