Chapter 7

Naphalie’s laughter sounds bittersweet, like a sour piece of candy that makes your lips pucker but it’s sugary so you don’t want to spit it out. “He’s drugged,” she says. Now it makes sense, why the voice is eerily mute, why my body is numb and whatever pain I feel is only echoes of what it was this morning. “The penth will wear off soon. He can’t live on it forever.”

Penth. As in nepenthe.Oh shit.