“Whatever you say, Dewdrop,” his response has me pausing to actually look at him. “Dewdrop,” I repeat. “Isn’t that a flower?” Callum’s broad shoulders shrug as if it’s the most natural thing in the world to compare me to a plant. “Seems fitting. Dewdrops are toxic when ingested, just like that poison you’re so addicted to.” He’s referring to Mountain Dew.
