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An image of Oliver’s sad face on Seb’s laptop screen flashed in his mind.
Exactly.
Oliver had been scared his whole life and had never managed to escape. And now he was some nervous messenger boy in a tie, sent to beg Seb to come back to the fold.
Fuck that.
Cass let the book fall shut.
“I want to Frankenstein it,” she said.
“Electrocute it until it comes to life?”
“No! Cut out different parts so you can flip the pages back and forth and make different bodies. Like one of those kid’s books with snowmen!”
Seb considered the book’s innocuous gray cover.
“That’s kind of dehumanizing.”
“That’s kind of the point.” Her green eyes flashed, and he had to smile. His partner in crime was back.
