I rolled my eyes.
“I don’t want you because you’re a disgusting human. Parts don’t matter to me.”
There was a realization there, but my mind was so heavy with the drugs, I was too exhausted to ponder it. Eleanor and Riot were on their way. I just had to hold out until then.
“I should have known you went the other way,” she sighed and stood up. “The best ones always do.” She walked to the door.
“Where are you going?” I asked. I was so thirsty.
“I’m going to meet with someone who doesn’t resist as much. Boone gave in pretty quickly. We’ve made love already. We made Bonnie watch too. I haven’t tried Soda. He’s not really my type. Maybe you’re right, and Eleanor and Riot are coming. If they are, I’ll kill Soda and take Riot instead.”
“Please, come back with water,” I pleaded. She snorted, but paused, her hand on the door.
“Callahan, I’m not coming back with anything but the serum that will make you want me. Which, I really didn’t want to do, but you gave me no choice.”
I forced myself up, using all the strength I had left.
“You do have a choice, Myrtle. Let us go. You just haven’t met the right person. Don’t inject me with whatever you have planned.”
She wasn’t listening.
“It’s a powerful drug. There’s enough for three doses. You, Boone, and Riot. It’s pretty interesting. I read all about it while I was waiting for you. Once it’s in your system, it’ll take over your brain, and the only thing you’ll be able to think about is getting me pregnant. You won’t be able to stop until I am. But there’s just one problem.”
I shook my head, the nausea returning. “You’re fucking sick. That’s your problem.”
“No, it’s not that. Not that at all. The problem is, after Eleanor, they removed all my reproductive organs. I can’t get pregnant. So once you’re given the drug, the only thing you’ll want to do for the rest of your life is fuck me.”
Chapter 65 - Eleanor
Blood doesn’t make you family.
Riot and I flew back to the lobby and into the elevator. I jammed my thumb against the button for level 23 and stood impatiently, clutching Riot’s hand as we rode up. He squeezed my hand tightly.
“It’s okay. We’re going to figure out what’s going on.”
The door opened and we were greeted by a warm, unnatural heat. The air was humid and dampened my skin as we stepped onto the floor.
The sound of someone vomiting caused our heads to turn. Someone was on the ground in the corner of the room. I dropped Riot’s hand and ran to them.
“Are you okay?” I asked, realizing it was a silly question. The person turned their head and I leaped back with a scream.
It was Soda, only he was different. His skin was green, his lips a bright pink. His hair had been replaced with ivy leaves, and his fingers were thick vines, going up his arms in twists and tangles. He was turning into a plant.
He turned back miserably to the pot he’d been throwing up in to go again.
Riot pulled me back.
“Atlas Adam,” he swore. “What is going on here?”
“Riot?” A woman’s voice called excitedly from behind us. We turned and I blinked rapidly.
I was looking at…
The woman who looked eerily similar to me stepped into the light. Her smile fell when she set her eyes on me.
“Eleanor. Hello.”
I stepped forward.
