Serum and Antidote. “Thanks.” I quickly pocket them before anyone can see. “I’m not planning on using them on—” “I’m just glad you recognize you might have to,” he interrupts. “We’ll find a cure,” I promise with far more certainty than I feel. Bodhi’s mouth tightens. “I’d kill to go, but you need to take Garrick with you.” Neither of us say what he means. Take Garrick in case you don’t.
