Chapter 32 b Garden of Shadows

Becca peeked through her jagged eyelids, hurt and timid. “You don’t have to hurt me, you know!" She cradled the burns on her neck with her hand. "For fuck’s sake, we don’t heal well! Just ask, already! What do you want to know?”

“Did he cut himself and give it to you?”

“What difference does it make?”

“Did he cut himself and give it to you? Answer me.”

Becca dabbed the burn and grimaced again. “He makes me bite him. He always makes me bite him. It’s stupid, I know-”

Emi exhaled. “Where,” she asked, her tone softer than it had been. Her ice was cracking. Maybe she could pity Becca just enough. “Where do you bite him?”