“You’d better be careful, though.” Nick winks. “If you pierce the wrong part, eyril will squirt on you.” I picture Narrton’s angry scar and grip the spade so hard I’m certain my knuckles have whitened under the gloves. Yeah, no thank you. “Got it.” Abel laughs, the sound a little distorted under his mask. “He’s just messing with you. It doesn’t work that way.” I elbow Nick in the ribs. “Jerk. I’ll be careful nonetheless.”
