“Oh! I have one,” Genevieve chimed in. “Your tongue—did that hurt?” Covin grinned, letting the split tips of his tongue flick out between his teeth like a snake’s. “Not really. But then I have a very high tolerance for pain.” Genevieve glanced at Rowin now. “What about your tolerance for pain? Is it high?” “Being born in this family has all but guaranteed that,” Rowin confirmed.
